My name is flying free
Just like an eagle.
Wind on my feathers,
I watch from above.
Searing silently.
To steal my prey from the ground in a surge.
Hail to the wind!
Hail to the wind!
Elevating my body and soul;
Light in spirit, strong in mind.
In Freedom I roam.
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