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As the eagle soars in the autmun sky Flying free, no shakles of this earth Will hold to capture and destroy - It's flight fills the heart with joy. Flying free, at peace in the universe; Knows not the bondage curse - Wingspan wide, and on a steady course In it's world there is no remorse. Forever may it feel the rapture Of heavenly skies to capture, All it asks is just - to be; The eagle soars - flying free!
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