Testing, testing,1,2,3
A plane goes down in a deep blue sea
Apparently no-one saw it, no-one knew
Except the souls who went down too
Or did they rise after the fall?
And do they fly knowing more and all?
And do they haunt the others who know?
Those who sent them into their doom
The uniformed ones from their hidden room
And do they call us those souls who fly?
To honour them and all who die
To know the truth of why they fell
And hear their story, the secrets they tell
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