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Take my golden wings and fly away
Through dark of night, through light of day
When you've found your paradise
if it be summer sands, or cystal ice
Sit and wait for me under the moon
I shall come to find you very soon
It is not yet my time to fly
so not for long we say 'goodbye'

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