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Текст (слова) песни: Jethro Tull - AeroplaneFlying, made of sticks and paper. My aeroplane Dying, is the wind not climbing? My aeroplane Blowing, and going somewhere high; In the evening tumblin` down, But it`s surely been up there. Crying, want to live my life as my aeroplane Sighing, in the [sun time, but softly?] My aeroplane Lonely, but only until it comes down Where there`s people running `round. But it`s surely been up there, Flying. My aeroplane My aeroplane My aeroplane My aeroplane
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