Flying as high as eagles
My stomach tingling
Souring over dashing beagles
The sea splashing with grace
Faster, faster it tells me as if I’m in a race
The air pounding against my face
Diving and souring
Only to stop and sleep on the clouds
Awaked only by mourning
Tumbling in a cloud as soft as a gown
Breathless by all those sounds
Never will I ever go to my home town
Only a bird I wish to be
I will fly until I see the entire world
Not even a field of roses will stop me
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