If I had wings, I would have known what to do with themFly high above the people, watching them crowd the busy streetsWatching the sunset through the clouds, carried in the breezeGlide through storms to where the sun always shinesFly high, above my problems, until they would be no more than little dotsIf I had wings, I would have known what to do with themI would go Up, where I belong
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Слагай си чат, не изоставай от модата ;р
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