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  • One day, my friend, we’ll soar,
    Far, high above these streets of darkened hearts,
    We’ll tilt our wings to freedom,
    And scrape the highest of the skies.

    One day, my friend, we’ll soar,
    Up there, all wrapped in splendid sunlight,
    Riding azure blue jet streams,
    Breathless with that rush of life and air.

    One day, my friend, we’ll soar,
    So let me take your broken body upon my back,
    And both of us shall climb in painless flight,
    I’ll let you rest up there, but promise I’ll be back.
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