I met a man with eyes like glass
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Whose useful days were gone and passed
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He told me in a cardboard tone
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How long ago he once had flown
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When I was young he did relate
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I'd watch the birds as they'd escape
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From the greedy ground we grovelled on
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Into the clouds and then beyond...
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What kind of bird am I?
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How can I learn to fly?
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And so each day I'd try, he said
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To let go of my mind of led
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And with my body floating free
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Swim in the air as in the sea
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This was my greatest, strongest wish
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And so the air did not resist
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One day above the ground I rose
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And felt the air beneath my toes
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What kind of boy am I?
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How can I learn to fly?
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I rose above the tallest trees
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And summersalted in the breeze
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I dove with lightning speed and then
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I shot up to the clouds again
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I jumped off buildings with delight
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And laughed at those afraid of heights
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What need has anyone for fear
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When we are free and the sky is near?
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Oh, what a boy was I?
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When do we learn to die?
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And when I saw I was alone
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And no one close to me would come
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I soon forgot the joy of sky
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And gently back to earth came I
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I've never flown again, said he
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Because we're all alike, you see
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Our sickness strengthens unity
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And no one needs to question me
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What kind of boy was I?
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How could I learn to fly?
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Skyswimmer
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Enter The Haggis |