where is the bright sun?
where is the wind i used to feel?

where are the heights?
where is the thrill?

am i in a shell, or has the world changed?

or was i flying, and now i'm on ground?

the sun's still shining, and the wind's still blowing
but they aren't for me, i'm not in the air anymore

this shade is a bit too dark, a bit too cold
but the sky's waiting.. i shall take off again

the sun is waiting for me, so is the wind
i belong to the sky, and the sky too is mine

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