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We were born to make fairy tales come true,
To conquer vast distance and space,
Our mind has made steel-hands for wings,
And a fiery engine in place of heart.
All higher, higher, and higher
We aim to the flight of our birds.
And each propeller breathes
The tranquility of out borders.
To conquer vast distance and space,
Our mind has made steel-hands for wings,
And a fiery engine in place of heart.
All higher, higher, and higher
We aim to the flight of our birds.
And each propeller breathes
The tranquility of out borders.