I had a dream where I could fly
Up in the sky, way up high
The world below was a blur of green and blue
As I soared through the clouds, feeling brand new
I didn't need a plane, or any other kind of machine
I just spread my wings, and off I did gleam
The air was cool, and the view was grand
I felt alive, like I could take on the land
But as I flew, I saw a storm on the horizon
I knew I had to turn back, it was time to retire
I reluctantly returned to the earth
I knew this dream was one I'd always cherish and hold dear
I woke up with a smile, knowing that I'd been
To a place where the impossible had been seen
It was just a dream, but it felt so real
And I knew that I could always fly, if I just believed
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