| It all began the day I found.
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| That from my window I could only see
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| A piece of sky.
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| I stepped outside and looked around.
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| I never dreamed it was so wide
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| Or even half as high.
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| The time had come
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| (Papa, can you hear me?)
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| To try my wings
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| (Papa, are you near me?)
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| And even thought it seemed at any moment I could fall,
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| I felt the most,
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| (Papa, can you see me?)
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| Amazing things,
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| (Can you understand me?)
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| The things you can’t imagine
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| If you’ve never flown at all.
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| Though it’s safer to stay on the ground,
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| Sometimes where danger lies
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| There the sweetest of pleasures are found.
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| No matter where I go,
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| There’ll be memories that tug at my sleeve,
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| But there will also be More to question, yet more to believe.
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| Oh tell me where?
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| Where is the someone who will turn and look at me?
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| And want to share
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| My ev’ry sweet-imagined possibility?
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| The more I live — the more I learn.
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| The more I learn — the more I realize
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| The less I know.
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| Each step I take —
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| (Papa, I’ve a voice now!)Each page I turn —
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| (Papa, I’ve a choice now!)Each mile I travel only means
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| The more I have to go.
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| What’s wrong with wanting more?
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| If you can fly — then soar!
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| With all there is — why settle for
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| Just a piece of sky?
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| Papa, I can hear you…
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| Papa, I can see you…
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| Papa, I can feel you…
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| Papa, watch me fly!
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| (Merci à nelly pour cettes paroles) |