And when I was a boy, I'd often dream that I was flying.
Only short distances and barely inches from the ground.
I thought if I could go higher then I could travel farther.
The more I'd concentrate, I'd find the less I could remember.
Then there comes a creeping fear: I am no hero.
And when I was a boy, I knew which trees were best for climbing.
I'd grab the tallest branch and then be frightened to look down.
Pull your head out from the sand.
The ostrich or the lark?
Pluck the feathers from your back and keep them in your heart.
Vous êtes des alouettes/Nous sommes des alouettes

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