As I in a flying field
I love to fly and fly
That I'm leaving and maybe
You'd like to fly with me
Have you think isn't it strange
How little thing we change
Playing a lot of games
That we know end in tears
And if survive till forever
I hope we'll get better
Than we through right now
Maybe we love it in the end
Now it's time to go for me
Better run than say farewell
Nobody cry nobody happy
Till we survive this little thing.
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