If I were to fly I would float up and out my window. I would sore high above the street lights and wander the night. I would alight on house tops and tree branches and listen to the world as it sleeps.
I would sing with the crickets, paint pictures with the lightning bugs and hunt with the owls. Till the morning comes again, I would fly. For I am restless tonight and so very very lonely.
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