Soaring in the sky,
Where they're meant to be,
I feel enchanted looking up at thee.
The invisible wake of those soaring entities imprinted on my inward eye,
The image of them gliding down makes want to deny,
the fact that, in this world, there are also bad things.
It makes me wanna,
Skip and dance, and hop and sing...
Where they're meant to be,
I feel enchanted looking up at thee.
The invisible wake of those soaring entities imprinted on my inward eye,
The image of them gliding down makes want to deny,
the fact that, in this world, there are also bad things.
It makes me wanna,
Skip and dance, and hop and sing...
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