Wind Beneath My Wings

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You give me a reason to spread my wings and fly,

You are the only reason why.

You give me the inspiration I need,

You dissipate all of my horrid greed.

You are the wind beneath my wings,

You cut my puppet strings.

You let me free from my glass case,

You let me win the race.

You are the one who shaped my mind,

You are the one of a kind.

You have helped me spread my wings,

And are the reason why.

Cut my puppet strings,

You are the wind beneath my wings.

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