Exhilerated now I be, soaring off in a bound,
Feeling almost very grand,
Flying, sweeping, through the land,
It helixes me off the ground,
And though gray storms try to make me bland,
And seek to keep me down,
That feeling, as wild as a hound,
Never will leave me unmanned,
Filling my soul with wonderous bliss,
As exhileration will do,
This feeling will never leave me blue,
As it turns, tumbles, and creates twists,
So be it your lucky day,
Here’s hoping exhileration will come your way!
Feeling almost very grand,
Flying, sweeping, through the land,
It helixes me off the ground,
And though gray storms try to make me bland,
And seek to keep me down,
That feeling, as wild as a hound,
Never will leave me unmanned,
Filling my soul with wonderous bliss,
As exhileration will do,
This feeling will never leave me blue,
As it turns, tumbles, and creates twists,
So be it your lucky day,
Here’s hoping exhileration will come your way!

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