Be Ready To Fly
A clean way to big tears dry
Is it make a fresh bold try:
Not in fury's red pan fry .
Nor wear a smile dully wry .
You may into stars' lives pry :
Those who'd made it planting rye .
Yet, this could make a bloke cry
Or wish one did not it try .
Your mood should often be shy;
For cash be ready to fly,
For God's fast out the time carve:
The things you long for many
Please, fly straight to Germany
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