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you're on of my favorites
and who controls the history hand
who implements the orders
who dotted off the mystery land
and who implies, yeah who implies the borders

silly, little flyer-bye
who keeps his eyes on skylines
distance to the moon and the sun
it became his passion
tally up the times that he tried
to fly without machines
just a silly, little flyer-bye
with silly, little flyer dreams

i was alone a week ago
i wrote myself a letter
and in the form of many friends
i sent it not to me
a flyer-bye i thought i was a flyer-bye with no skylines
just a tally of the dreams
just a seeker of the pines

just a better, bitter me
with tallies upon tallies
happy too, so subdued
night time trips to search the woods
fance me a horse again
to pitch the hitch in meadows
with silly, little flying dreams
tallied - steady as he goes
she goes