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| When I have to lie abed Still my spirit's floating free. Though I do not lift my head, I can travel o'er the sea. Soaring like a bird or plane My imagination flies O'er the mountain and the rain, Through the warm and sunny skies. Though the body cannot move I will keep my spirits high. I can wait till I improve, Watching all the world go by. | ||
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