That Whirling Light

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Across the great blue expanse 

The lords of the sky in their endless dance

That whirling light that blinds us to the night

I swear that if I lived that high

Its seems as though we can touch that sky 

That whirling light that blinds us to the night

Where the birds soar seems so high

But truly it is but a fraction of the height of 

That whirling light that blinds us to the night

Across the sky I could fly forever

All the way to the gods and their heavan

Through that whirling light that blinds us to the night

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