Dark Moor

Only with you I want to stay
Flying across (the) space away
I am feeling like a real king
And beneath us is everything
I haven't treasures nor estates
But I offer something great
Over the tops of oldest trees
Your flying soul plays with me
(The) wind is a stroke when the air is clean
Such a view I've never seen
Pleasure of freedom, I can fly
Further, further, high so high
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