Up above a deserted land
They sang to me a beautiful song
They took my hand
Saying man was wrong
They made me see
How free I could be
High up in the heavens
We flew in groups of sevens
Flying to days so warm,
Happy and calm
But then it happend
The time had to end
For freedom to fly again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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