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: John Magee
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: Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
: And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
: Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
: Of sun-split clouds — and done a hundred things
: You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
: High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
: I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
: My eager craft through footless halls of air.
: Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
: I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
: Where never lark, or even eagle flew.
: And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
: The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
: Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
bez muzyki ne vstavlyaet :(
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