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    I'm flying on a wave of silk, crusing
    Through a
    Forest dream
    The smell of wood in the air, grasping
    My sense in a sensual flair.

    In the eye of the storm, my flyer is born!

    [Chorus]
    King of the mighty sea!
    Crusing on my flyer dream!
    No agony, just liberty my soul is free!

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    Surfing on a silver stream
    Loosing my heart to scream!
    No agony, just liberty
    I'm finally free!

    The endless water seemed to lift my
    Dreams into a endless eternity
    Whoever may cross my waves, my flyer
    Will ride on their water streams

    In the Eyes of the storm, my flyer is born!

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    Composition: Thomas Wolf

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