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Great Majestic Eagle Silent are the wings of the majestic eagle. Upwards it soars with little effort of its own. Carried across the Rocky Mountains below. The wind supports a higher motionless flight. The elegance of this bird is a sight to behold. Naturally it soars by command of only God. A journey to the limits of its natural kingdom. Up to the realm of the blue drifting in flight. Higher and higher beyond the view of sight. Is there any wonder why this majestic bird, It's the pride of our nation living under God? It's there when the great Eagle takes flight. By: Kings
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