First Flight
Morning mist slides o'er the lake
Like spreading icing on a cake
Without hindrance does it glide
As it moves from side to side
And like a bird with seeming mirth
Soaring high above the earth
Without hindrance do I fly
Tracing hearts up in the sky
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