Flying (Turning Round)
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Flying, I thought I\'d never learn that flying,
I thought I\'d spend my whole life trying,
For flying is that ancient art of keeping one foot on the ground.
Lying, I thought I\'d never keep from lying,I thought I\'d lose it all by sighing,
For lying is that ancient art ofhiding words that will never be found.
Crying, I thought
I\'d never stop that crying,
I thought I\'d always dream of dying,
For crying is that ancient art ofweeping rivers into the ground.Oh dying,
I thought I\'d never see that dying,I
thought
I\'d spend my whole life flying,
For dying is that ancient art of keeping one world turning round.
Sighing, I thought I\'d never keep fromsighing,
I thought
I\'d always bethere crying,
For sighing is that ancient art ofbreathing sadness all around.
And trying, I thought
I\'d spend my seasons trying,
I thought I could stop myself from lying,
For trying is that ancient art ofproving that the world is round.
Oh flying, oh oh, lying, oh oh, crying, oh oh, sighing, oh oh,
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