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Flying high


I'm flying high, Above the field of helmeted warriors Clutching the precious ball Running to save it from the enemy. It's flying high with me. I'm flying high, Above the widespread fingertips Faces looking up at my body Waiting for me to fall, But I'm still flying high. I'm flying high, Above my team With sisters on the right and left. We are flying high. We are cheerleaders and our dreams are flying high.
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