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Aug 2013
I just want to jump..
To enjoy the wind in my face..
The butterflies in my stomach...
But all I do is leave an impression...
That even though I tried..
Man will never Fly...
As FREE as a bird..
But this soul will reach the Sun..
Written by
Quentin Briscoe
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