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Traveling on the wind
I can see the ocean below
Beautiful, wonderful blue 
     against a blue sky
An endless space
It smells like freedom
The gentle breeze of the 
     warm air
Like peace that brushes
     up against your skin
The trees sway with
     melodic motion
The grass dances to the 
     beat of the wind
And everything

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