Flying --- made of sticks and paper ---
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aeroplane.
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Dying --- is the wind but climbing ---
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my aeroplane.
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Blowing, and going somewhere high ---
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in the evening tumbling down ---
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but it's surely been up there.
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Crying --- want to live my life as
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my aeroplane
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Sighing in the sun's eye, but softly ---
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my aeroplane.
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Lonely, but only till it comes down
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where there's people running round.
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But it's surely been up there.
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Flying --- my aeroplane.
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Aeroplane
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| Jethro Tull |
