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A Dying Man's Final Flight!

The night sky beckons I raise my hands to the sky I am ready, i am ready I am ready to fly Fly on wings of joy Soar on the winds of hope Into the clear dark night I can feel my wings grow The winds grow strong The sky calls I soar over the hills and dales Fly over rapids and falls The wind whistles in my ear The clouds play hide and seek My mind knows no fear My soul is at peace I know i am trapped in this life But nothing can stop my mind from flying My soul will always remain free Though today i am dying!
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Aug 27, 2017
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