Through dark and morning gray.
Twilight heights, dawning breeze,
May light, guide the way.
Wavering winds, banded might,
Two more to overcome.
Every storm, every fight,
Has beginning, end and sight.
The captain flies, with the ship,
His, wind not take.
Come to call, rallied hand,
Fly for Highwind's sake.
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