To run, run boy, no chance to hide.
To see the world you need to glide.
When wings are weak and wind just stops
It's likely pleasure to the mobs.
No time for tears but to fight,
You'll know reasons for this flight.
Somebody says: for you - no more?!
Then others' voice: you've seen no war...
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