1:35:02
Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along,
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and flung my eager craft
through footless halls of air.
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Up, up the long,
delirious burning blue,
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I've topped the windswept
heights with easy grace
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Where never lark,
or even eagle flew.
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And, while with silent, lifting mind
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I've trod the high untresspassed
sanctity of space,
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Put out my hand,
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and touched the face of God."
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Not very good boots.
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Thank you.
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My people.