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First and last wish (working)
In every last poet's vision
sighs an audible sigh a sigh,
confesses life's quiet ambition
to fly the corner of the sky.
To glide across the heavens,
to ride the breeze's flow,
just to catch a grander glimpse
of his dearest home below.
To swiftly sail on morn's warm breath
Away from human turn and toil
To where his heart is strong and free
Away from binding soil
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First and last wish (working)
In every last poet's vision
sighs an audible sigh a sigh,
confesses life's quiet ambition
to fly the corner of the sky.
To glide across the heavens,
to ride the breeze's flow,
just to catch a grander glimpse
of his dearest home below.
sighs an audible sigh a sigh,
confesses life's quiet ambition
to fly the corner of the sky.
To glide across the heavens,
to ride the breeze's flow,
just to catch a grander glimpse
of his dearest home below.
First and last wish (working)
In every last poet's vision
sighs an audible sigh a sigh,
confesses life's quiet ambition
to fly the corner of the sky.
To glide across the heavens,
To ride the breeze's flow,
just to catch a grander glimpse
Of his dearest home below.
sighs an audible sigh a sigh,
confesses life's quiet ambition
to fly the corner of the sky.
To glide across the heavens,
To ride the breeze's flow,
just to catch a grander glimpse
Of his dearest home below.
First and last wish (working)
In every last poet's vision
sighs an audible sigh a sigh,
confesses life's quiet ambition
to fly the corner of the sky.
sighs an audible sigh a sigh,
confesses life's quiet ambition
to fly the corner of the sky.