I m flying home
Down there below me
Sparkle the lights of the big cities.
I fly to the sunrise
Where the sun rises,
Where the native city is hidden by a ridge of clouds.
I'm coming to you
Towards fate
Where the horizon glows in the distance.
Here's the plane
Finished the flight..
Fog and rain, I dive under an umbrella.
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