I can fly high and high
Which you may not
I can catch the sun and land on the moon
Which you can not
I have no limits; I can go beyond the horizon
Which you will not
My flight is infinite; my imagination is boundless
Because I am a child, the father of the man
See through my eyes, peep into my brain
I have all wonders stored there
Just I need is your helping hand
Just I need is your helping hand.
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