Fly

Just go, fly
Or you will die.
Never come back to this sky
With people of filthy eyes.
They will try to pull you down as they try.
I would suggest, do everything at your best.
Even if they lavishly talk.
They are the bad ones with a smile of sly,
With a mask of goodness that they can't hide.
Oh! dear fly so high, to a bright and shiny sky,
Yet so high that no one can make you cry.

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