Flying

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We are past the point of no return
Of which our fates become more than a yearn
We are running, we are flying
And it's our destinies we're defying
But we're scared, over a clear,blue sky
No longer asking how or why
We are fated to intertwine
As we leave to run forward, leaving behind.
I cannot know where we'll fly, on wings a new
But I only look forward to the sky's sunset hues


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