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| Puffy clouds beneath my plane May foretell a lot of rain. Here above the air is clear! All my cares will disappear. Smooth as silk my lofty ride Takes a course that's been well plied. On a magic carpet high I am coasting through the sky. 'Tis amazing I can be Like a bird so high and free. Praise the Lord for tranquil flight, Be it day or darkest night. | ||
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