We can’t fly or what

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Black bird in the air
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If you were born without wings, do nothing to prevent them from growing
(Coco Chanel – french fashion designer)

The heart of standing – in believing that you can’t fly
(William Empson – english literary critic and poet)

Often so we need no enemies, we’ll handle it ourself.
Into the distance, a ribbon of black 
Stretched to the point of no turning back 
Flight of fancy on a windswept field 
Standing alone, my senses reel 
Fatal attraction that’s holding me fast 
Now, can’t escape this irresistible grasp 
Can’t keep my eyes from the circling sky 
Tongue-tied and twisted; just an earth-bound misfit, I 
Ice is forming on the tips of my wings 
A part of the Pink Floyd song “Learning to fly”
(songwriters Jeff Lynne and Tom Pretty)
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