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Overnight | ||
| Dawn comes swiftly when you fly Eastward through the nighttime sky. Though you get a little sleep It is never very deep. On you glide relentlessly Till you find your destiny. Popcorn clouds are spread below Looking like some tropic snow. Night is relative from here! It can quickly disappear. But we hardly miss the night Since it was a pleasant flight. | ||
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