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Jun 2018
Let me fly away and hang down from the clouds
Let me breathe in the atmosphere and swallow down the sun
Let me fly away, away upon a breeze
Let me breathe the air that soon will touch your cheeks

I want to be free, if I was - I would be a ******* seagull, so you could hear my screams
I want to be free so let me lay upon a cloud and look down on your pretty head of gold

Let me fly away and let me breathe in the air that soon will touch your cheeks.
Written by
Ksenia  F/Ottawa
(F/Ottawa)   
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   Barker
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