Dream

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It started with a dream, a dream to fly.

To feel the cold wind in my cheeks and my spirits so high.

To have wings that could rise above endless skies.

To see up close colored painted sunsets and sunrise.

To soar high with mighty eagles I'd dare try.

To taste sweet freedom from these city lights.

My, when will that dream take flight.

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