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"And we who put on fabric wings and ride the far-flung sky
Are kin to all the ancient gods, and all the birds that fly.
For short, bright hours we tread the air and masterfully scorn
The world beneath our feet - the dusty earth where we were born!

We mingle with the roving clouds and ride upon the wind,
We race the fastest birds that fly and leave them all behind;
We thrill to every airy mile, with not a thought of fear-
Our Pilots know their element - the skies ahead are clear!"

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