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A lonely eagle flies the winds

Majestic... soaring...gliding wings

A single screech sounds from the sky

Come fly with me... come here and fly.



My spirit floats to be a part

I feel the beating of its heart

My soul, one with this bird of endless sky

Now knows the meaning to fly free and high.



I feel the winds caress my soul

And soar the streams without a goal

My being trembles of delight

A treasure I received tonight



The eagles flight of soaring high

A precious gift of what it means to fly