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High Flight - touched the face of God. Pilot Officer John Gillespie Magee Jr. #RCAF #HighFlight #sungaisepetang #COVID-19 #coronavirus https://www.instagram.com/p/B_5hQUynnqYJmNAJtAxWqOd9sGy3aH_jh-twnQ0/?igshid=1mo8b37t15yz3

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Международный пиротехнический форум Высокий Полет 2018 High Flight 2018 Когда понял, что слишком близко подошел :))) #высокийполет #высокийполет2018 #highflight #highflight2018 (at Воздвиженское" Парк-Отель) https://www.instagram.com/p/BodimtDh2Mv/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=7p6p8uewmvnl

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Пиро-музыкальный фейерверк Высокий Полет 2018 High Flight 2018 #высокийполет #высокийполет2018 #highflight #highflight2018 #пиромузыкальный (at Воздвиженское" Парк-Отель) https://www.instagram.com/p/Boaw3vThr6T/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1k8b7wmgwsp5o

[driftlessworld]

About to get lifted... #highflight

[tereeses-pieces]

High Flight

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth, And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds, --and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of --Wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air... Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark or even eagle flew -- And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God. -John Gillespie Magee Jr.

[nonmortem-somnifratrem]

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High Flight

Poem by John Gillespie Magee Jr.

Arranged by Dennis Smith

Performed by the Corona High Madrigals, 2003

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Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there, I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air.... Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace. Where never lark, or even eagle flew — And, while with silent lifting mind I have trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, - Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

'Highflight' by John Gillespie Magee Jr