you fly nowhere, sky is free
you never will see what you see
fasten your belt, we will fly fast
every your breath can be last
don't pay attention, no more choice
all best you have - already lost
the wings are grey, the clouds white
it s too late to cry or fight
you fly to sky, no destination
all what you see is your reflection
declared landing. late to fight
all what you have is sky of light.
last flight
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