Soaring High above the clouds
and never looking down
Reaching for the Stars
May my feet not touch the ground
Living, laughing, loving
Flying high across the sea
I don't thing there's any place
That I would rather be
A different world it is up here
There is no hatred and no fear
Way up here, the moon shines bright
And all that's left inside is light


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