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| Pilots are a lucky breed. They can choose their fav'rite route, Never have to stoplights heed, They can fly in circles cute. Turns can be a bank or yaw. Pilots choose to climb or glide. All they do is set their jaw And explore the heavens wide. Even though we lack a plane We can choose a course to set. We can dodge some grief and pain, Never to our life regret. | ||
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