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Ready

There was a time when I was

Blankly within a million ones

Among the trees and hiding means

I was never outspokenly free

Searching through the skies

For what we thought was righteous

Inward we were stuck like honey

Outward we ran through fields

I never wanted to run

So I only took one step at a time

Waiting to be ready

Ready for my flight

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