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924 B
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43 lines
924 B
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And again I build
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It is not easy to part with you,
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Forever young blue sky.
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Oh, climb used just once or two
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And the bet at a rate to me.
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Planes buzz appealingly
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And the name, as friends fighting.
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I do not have time to look back,
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And replaced by young ones.
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Chorus:
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I teach them to fly, I teach win.
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This means I'm back in the fight.
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And again I build, and again in combat.
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Life, I'm so grateful to you.
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And, I'm not used to believe
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Years rush to work and worry.
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Forty-five - you are not yet old,
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But your age - abroad for the pilot.
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We are sad about the stellar altitudes,
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On the ground, we meet the dawn.
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Baton to his young
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We're giving away in good hands.
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Chorus.
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In the early days I start to go out.
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A new day we encounter in flight.
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I'm excited to look at the sky.
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Good luck, young drivers!
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Immediately like myself know.
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Hello, my youth fire,
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We have to guard her,
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All Fatherland from edge to edge.
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Chorus.
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