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I could have learnt how to fly, should have, but ti was hard enough to live and watching time go by took all my time. I should have done it look at me now shuffling my feet. And I never got to meet Wilbur or Orville, they flew and they flew because they knew that time was the enemy and time stuck it to me. If I'd known what it was to have flown, to be wind brushed like a kite, I might be happier. At sea pressure, the pressure gets to me, up there I'd be free.
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Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
Prone to melancholy
I could have learnt how to fly, should have, but ti was hard enough to live and watching time go by took all my time. I should have done it look at me now shuffling my feet. And I never got to meet Wilbur or Orville, they flew and they flew because they knew that time was the enemy and time stuck it to me. If I'd known what it was to have flown, to be wind brushed like a kite, I might be happier. At sea pressure, the pressure gets to me, up there I'd be free.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
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