In Freedom
I already feel the summer breeze,
I already feel the burning sand.
Somehow this reminds me of the time
when my soul was glowing and grand.
This perfect feeling slipped from my hand,
but as long as I feel the air so bland
I will never let myself down
and my wings will always expand.
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