Free
Up and up and up I go
Following the angelic flow
Like a child I feel proud
Letting my cheerful screams be loud
The ice-warm wind guides my way
As I practice air ballet
I see the stars beside me now
At heights science wont allow
In rain,cold,sun or snow
Up and up and up I go
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