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I Dream of Flying often, Into the crisp sky, stars twinkle.
Now I am awkward, unlike a bird,
A bird is graceful, and I don't belong.
In the sky, I am an awkward creature,
No matter how hard I try,
After all I am dreaming.
I realize I don't belong and that is ok,
That is how God meant it to be,
Then I descend quickly back to Earth. |