When it rolls out of the fog in the morning
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People swarm like hives
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And the grass smells like a fresh mood
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It's hard to resist on such a day
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The sun is already waving at me from behind the roofs
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A trip full of ideas awaits me
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In a few moments I will fly to the sky
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I'll blow the white this morning
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Hundreds of miles of ozone cruise
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I'll fly through the summer team like a breeze, like a breeze
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The clouds in the sky didn't confuse me
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I will discover the real beauty at that moment
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When I recognize the blue heights above my head
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Weak reflection, wave of arms
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Earth's gravity will not burden me at all
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Although I intend to fly at bold height
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If perhaps under a blue background
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I get tired of flying for beauty
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So I like to sit in the clouds
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At least until I lose those few dreams, those few dreams
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In a few moments I will fly to the sky
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I'll blow the white this morning
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Hundreds of miles of ozone cruise
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I'll fly through the summer team like a breeze, like a breeze
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In a few moments I will fly to the sky
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I'll blow the white this morning
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Hundreds of miles of ozone cruise
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I'll fly through the summer team like a breeze, like a breeze
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Nanana… |