swinging
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All my life I've been preparing for this day
The day when I finally fly away
From my home and family I must stray
Because to truly live I cannot stay
Oh my god, my dear god I pray
Wind in my hair,
feet off the ground,
silence in abundance,
when no one's around.
moonlight shines down,
leaves blow by,
maybe this,
is what it's like to fly.
