The deafness in the air as this baby takes first flight
Something's whispering the sweet lullaby of 'carry on' and the rain steadies my feet
I'm shy to your touch, so shy to you touch. Slipping in and slipping out -
let me slip out. Great price of beauty dying, just spread my wings and take off. When is there love without lust?
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