She spreads her lovely wings
And flies off gracefully.
She penetrates the still, blue sky
And beckons, “Come with me.
Let’s view the ranging valley
From distant heights above.
Let’s rest within the lovely park
Where people show their love.
Let’s soar beyond the mountains
Where beauty never ends,
And when the day has come to pass
Let’s promise to be friends.â€
June 16, 1979
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