Everyday I dream of flying,
Even though I'm scared of dying;
I want to soar across the sky,
All I need are wings to fly;
But instead of it being real,
I imagine how it feels;
That way I won't be scared to death,
Or out of breath
From all the rush,
And clouds going swoosh;
So every night I close my eyes,
And I dream of flying high in the sky.

 
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