I'm flying high.
Sometimes I fell as if I cannot die.
I will never leave you my friend,
I will be with you to the bitter end.
I've never felt so happy,
I used to feel so crappy.
My feet will never touch the ground,
So long as you're around.
Please come fly with me.
Please come and see,
The beauty of the world.
Fly with wings unfurled.















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A subject for a great poet would be God\'s boredom after the seventh day of creation.
Friedrich Nietzche
A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.
Friedrich Nietzche
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