The boy was laying on crass, wondering, how the clouds just past away
Then he stood up and start thinking, how he can fly away
He built wings and started practising and learned how to fly
“The wind was his best friend”, he said and now his going to fly
The wind carry him far away and the boy wasn`t never been found again
He was a first human who had done it and now we all can say
there was a boy who managed to fly
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