Over the hills, and upside down,
she's dashing through the sky,
well she looks, a mile high,
from the ground.
The end of the day, her work is done,
the sun is going down,
she heads back to town,
to have some fun.
Life is far too short for you, to spend it on the ground.
So spread your wings and fly high up, it'll turn you life around.
Soaring over, the Everfree,
forest is a thrill,
rivaled only by,
Ghastly Gorge.
Life is fun when lived on the edge,
no perspectives bring you down,
no worries and no frowns, anymore.
The golden light, cascading through,
that ponies outstretched wings,
oh the joy, that her flight brings,
brings me too.
She's the best, there ever was,
with flying as her trade,
her skills, will not degrade,
forevermore.
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