No title (flying
Through the clear northern sky,
Through the glitt'ring eastern sea
You can now freely fly -
You are born for flying free!
Turning neither left nor right
You can catch the shooting star,
Which has left the trek as bright
As it leads away afar.
Through the day and through the night,
Through the very distant lands,
Through the deserts, snow white,
Through the swirling desert sands.
Gather every sparkling light
Coming from the sun and moon.
Fast and high you keep your flight
And you get away as soon!
by Gabriel Rawling
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