s p r i n g t i m e = winter's weight off my shoulders
= lightness
= freedom
= a smile
maybe it wasn't winter
there was a weight, though
and it's gone
'free
like a bird out in the wind in the night
like a 747 to LA that's in flight
free
like a garden flourishing in the wind
like a student bout to do it when he's graduatin'...'
first in flight, blackalicious
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