Flying


The sun rises
and gives you prizes
The sun falls with great sorrow
and you can't wait for tomorrow
Now here comes the night
where you have to take flight

The world now knows you're flying
and it keeps on goodbying
It knows you will come back
because you didn't pack
The world doesn't know that you're aware
and you don't care,
that you didn't pack
because now you're off and never coming back

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