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The sky shoots bright yellow rays
I'd like to be apart of the blue some days
The birds enjoy soaring up and through
The feeling of freedom must be too good to be true
Or maybe the planes they feel mighty and like the center of attention
All the clouds want to get a feel of the flight and have recognition
Maybe the trees love the gusts of wind
They probably hope the breeze never ends
Then there's me down below looking high above
Wishing and awaiting to turn into a beautful dove
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