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A BIRD TAKES FLIGHT,
IT BEATS ITS WINGS...
IT SETS ITS WINGS...
RISING IN THE AIR.
THE BIRD DOES SOAR,
IT SWOOPS DOWN LOW..
THAN CLIMBS AGAIN..
ON UNSEEN DRAFTS OF BREEZE.
THE LESS IT FIGHTS,
THE GREATER HEIGHTS,
SURRENDER TO THE WIND.
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SURRENDER TO THE WIND
SURRENDER TO THE WIND
