Everyone will wait for the end of life.
I will walk on the edge of the earth
I will go up the highest mountain
and ready to fly
I flew for the first time
and the last time
until the end of this life
fly with the wind
flying with the clouds
flying with birds
fly with soul
I’m not dreaming
I wait the time comes
the last time in my life
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