Flight of the Macaws
Today I feel like flying
past the highest high.
Swoop down, turn around
and be back to my dwelling place.
Today is a new day, tomorrow is too.
Come on, lets fly wherever we want.
All of us, now we are united.
Scarlet, Spix, come on let's go!
Through the Amazon, until we get tired.
Forgiveness was always an issue for me.
Has been, is, and always will be.
Today I am free.
I'll fly from sea to shining sea.
My red requirements have been fulfilled.
And to them I say sorry.
Sorry sorry sorry.
I ask for new roots.
Turning over soil.
As united we stand, divided we fall.
Tonight we celebrate the flight
of the Macaws.
Tonight I am free.
Tonight I shall fly.
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