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On golden wings I swoop down low

I circle and glide like part to the winds flow,

Over hills and natures countryside

And across snow peaked mountain tops,

There is no thoughts of being stopped

When I see and spot such beautiful sights,

On golden wings I must truly fly

Across cloud dotted and the blemish free blue skies,

Low and high no reason why

Between earth and sky I cannot lie,

I exhale a wondrous sigh

For all that I see with my eyes.