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When the weather is fineand the clouds have gone by
I go up in the airwaving people good-bye.
In my flying machine
I go up
I go down
I go round and roundround and round and round.
People on the groundhave gathered all around to admirethere's a feeling inside methat gives me the urge to go higher.
But I know what goes upwill eventually fallso I won't take no chanceswhile I'm having a ballin my flying machine
I go up
I go down
I go round and roundand round and round.I can race with the birds
I can fight with the wind
I can fly on my head
I can dance in a spin.
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