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Lowercasemmmmmm

Lowercasemmmmmm

the wind

If I run fast enough against the wind
Maybe my body will be lifted
Turn me into a human kite
And soar above the world, its despair
 
If I run fast enough against the wind
Maybe my body will be raised
Far flung skyward, past all veils
To the place where all prayers praise

just thinking how great it would be to have the ability of flight

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