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The fluttering of spreading wings
Like linen being smoothed and aired The lifting towards the skies Silent and soft, strong and centered It's a departing and an arriving As the young dive into their lives And soar on wings barely grown To take them to the future They drift away, like memories And return with passion And fly away... fly away... To build anew and remember a past Home, always home. |
| It takes time, it takes courage, It upsets and thrills, It disappoints and saddens. But, there is nothing like knowing what is really going on. There is no remote control for life. There's no voice mail you can call and leave a message. There are no reruns. There are no sales. There are no bargains and nothing at all for free. You must pay at the door. You have to be there in person. Your eyes must see it. Your ears must hear it. Your hands must touch it. You have to be there. There is nothing like knowing what is really going on. And when you know it, you're involved. |
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