Fly High To The Sky
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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J-ust fly high to the sky,
U-sing the wings of mirth;
A-fter the day has broken,
N-ew dawn meets your birth.
F-ly high to the sky,
O-n the seventh of February;
N-ight chill has disappeared,
T-o yield to morning glory.
I-n the warmth of the sun,
L-ight ends the devil's lie;
L-et the truth reach the zenith,
A-s you fly high to the
S-ky.
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