The rise and fall I so detest, the flutter and the fall
Sometimes to loft above all things
and other times to stall
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Men weren't made to dwell above
but some pine for the plight
Sometimes they flutter thereof
and then retreat in fright
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Some are elected to dwell high
And others think they can
And spend lives pining for the sky
And never learn its span
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Sometime I think I'm one of them
Sometimes I rather not
So bright the vision of the Realm
So painful is the flight
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