If I would fly,
I would fly high
into the sky,
Soaring, soaring
High up
Flying
I may even feel the glittering moon
I’ll be free from everything
I won’t be in a tight ring,
Flying,
soaring into the sky
Why, why, why can’t I breathe
Mom’s calling me home.
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