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| John Murphy FreedomI feel the cold wind slapping against my faceAs I glide down the mountainside.
 I relish this freedom, and I have no worries
 Until I am speeding towards a jump,
 Focusing on not falling.
 In the air I float like a deflating balloon
 That eventually comes back down again.
 
 
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