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Feb 4
I can fly
Over there a moment is being buried
In the wink of a newborn
The child is blind

I can fly
Over there people of stars are marching
Across the street of wings
The stars are burning

I can fly
Above the buried moment
Like an angel of love
Just for you

I can fly
Above the streets of stars
Like a dying nation
It belongs to you
The Flight
Max Neumann
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Max Neumann  M/Inner Shelter
(M/Inner Shelter)   
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