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Blasting, billowing, bursting forth |
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With the power of ten billion butterfly sneezes |
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Man, with his flaming pyre |
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Has conquered the wayward breezes |
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Climbing to tranquility, far above the clouds |
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Conceiving the heavens, clear of misty shroud |
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Higher and higher |
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Now we've learned to play with fire |
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We go higher and higher and higher |
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Vast vision must improve our sight |
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Perhaps at last we'll see an end |
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To our own endless blight |
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And the beginning of the free |
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Climb to tranquility, finding its real worth |
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Conceiving the heaven, flourishing on earth |
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Higher and higher |
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Now we've learned to play with fire |
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We go higher and higher and higher |
