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| Purple clouds at break of dawn See me stifling a yawn. Soon I will be winged aloft, Sitting in a seat that's soft. Praise God for the gift of flight! I enjoy it without fright. Sometimes planes will crash, it's true, But the chances are quite few. I can trust the odds and be Flying with tranquility. Take each moment as it comes, Conscious only of life's sums. | ||
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