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Flight

I stand, the green beneath my feet
breathing the hot, humid air
And I stare through the walls
of what was once my home
On the inside
pictures talk of who I was
entertaining residents
who cannot see me
The wonders of the world
are at my command
I can fly

I stand, ocean touching my feet
twisting in the cool night air
And I look to the country
that is now my home
In a whisper
love testifies who I am
promising neighbors
who begin to see
The heart of a people
is in my chest
I can fly

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