Have you ever stood facing the wind?
Feeling it rush past your skin
Having your sleeves flutter in the breeze
Feeling relaxed, your mind at ease
In that instant you feel as if you could take flight
And soar like a hawk into the night
With the rush of the wind to lift you high
Looking down on the earth, being one with the sky
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