Too fly.

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The bird spreads it's wings and flies

The Angels land on the moon and says no lies

I wonder what it's like to be up so high

Where you can see the stars and in awe sigh

The wind has colors of blue, green, and yellow

Maybe they can see it while I eat my jello

They say anything is possible

To go up there is always seasonable

The skydivers squealing with no fright

The eagles staring within a sight

And the Astronauts dancing on the moon

Risking their life to tell us what is new before too soon

It must feel nice to fly

To go up there and say hi

We can make our wings

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