I glance at you, Flyin' so high,
Ridin' on your swift dreams...
Above the white clouds,
Over the clear streams..
. . . . . . . . I wanna Fly like you.
I see you touching the leaves,
Like a southward breeze...
Spelling the life in each,
Making greens, all the trees...
. . . . . . . . I wanna flow like you.
Going down the thoughts,
You take my breath away...
Baby, when you touch my heart,
I respond to God's call, Nay!....
. . . . . . . . I wanna love you like you.
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