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On the pinions they glide
The wind beneath their wings
In the breeze the sound sings
Flying with freedom
They don't need a reason
On the pinions
They need opinions
They continue just like minions
With their wings
They are just like kings
Since the Mings
They have been flying
There can be no denying
Nor any lying
The tunes continue on
Just like their songs
The sound carries on
Not just moving in rings
But supported on their wings
About the Creator
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