Be like an Eagle in the sky
Seeing the storm's eye
It squints and spreads its mighty wings
Up it glides, up it slides.
The stronger the storm
The prouder its form
While chicks and crooks are pleading
It dances in the wind's whistling.
It rises above the storm
It lives beyond the norm
Learn from this creature's eye
And master your own sky…
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