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Jets | ||
| Jets are climbing to the sky, Heading for a distant spot. Through the air so crisp and dry They their favorite airways plot. Spurred to join the rising sun, They abandon frosty ground. Though their flight has just begun They have satisfaction found. They will soon soar out of sight, In their quest to find their way. Concentrating on their flight, Grateful for the light of day. | ||
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