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I Fly

Soaring
Is me
High above
Where treetops
Are down










far below.
I am an eagle

Way up in the clouds


Where I fly


I fly



I am king of the sky.


I fly high
But oh,

I still come down.
I see
From above
Down below
Is a man

Staring up.
I watch
As he points
A stick
at me
and I fall
down
down
down.


I flew
Now I fall.
All because
Of this man
With a gun.





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