| Welcome, today’s the night of the undaunted
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| Courses of wingless flight for all who want it
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| Flaming to worm the sky — s’no extra measure
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| Training you how to fly will be my pleasure, the pleasantest, the purest of
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| them all
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| Don’t worry if you die, that’s an unimportant question
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| No glory in the sky for the mind of a pedestrian
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| Every time you look around someone’s falling to the ground
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| You are getting death-resistant every time you falling down
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| Keep steady, swishing sound, diving under thundercloud
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| Don’t look toward the ground — there is an unfriendly crowd
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| It has cost you all you knew, there is nothing any new
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| Down there’s all too many of those who’s craving being you
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| Angels are going round, so are the crows
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| Crowds are making ground towards your house
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| Crowds turn into bombs when mixed with liquors
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| Angry with being dumb when loudspeakers tear apart the sky above their silly
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| heads
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| Don’t worry if you die, that’s an unimportant question
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| No glory in the sky for the mind of a pedestrian
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| Every time you look around someone’s falling to the ground
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| You are getting death-resistant every time you falling down
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| Keep steady, swishing sound, diving under thundercloud
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| Don’t look toward the ground — there is an unfriendly crowd
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| It has cost you all you knew, there is nothing any new
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| Down there’s all too many of those who’s craving being you |