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Where do you go in the midst of flight

When all is smooth sailing as fine as glass

The sea with sailing to the border

Nothing around but fragrant aroma

the sky as high as eternity; nothing is as good

the sails light without breaking back

Where do you go in the midst of flight?

When all else is done and there’s nothing but life

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