As I lie with my head on my
pillow
I spread my great wings and I soar.
I spread my great wings and I soar.
I go where the winds of my
Beloved
Are wont to carry my soul.
Are wont to carry my soul.
What ambition could ever be better
What goal could bring more
delight
Than rising and moving and singing
and knowing it's good and it's
right.
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