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The canyon is golden on the tip of my wing, 
With a thought I am caught in a climb; 
I roll to the right and descend as I sing, 
Flying free as a hawk in his prime. 
With all I posses I feel for a lift 
To rise to where the angels reside; 
I looked on the eagle and borrowed his gift, 
And the same I became with a glide.

Wes Stephenson

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