Sad news, bad news, harsh news -- brush away; transform into an eagle, let the sickness stay at bay.
Fly like an eagle, drift swiftly in the air – fly, fly; spread the wings, soar as high as the sky.
Fly past the sea, pass the trees, pass the roads and flatlands; pass the heartaches and pains, woes and bad hands.
Fly into the mountains, rest, meditate – let the sickness pass you by; let the wings shed, claws fall – this is not the moment to die.
A change is near, a transformation into the unknown; welcome new beginnings, a rebirth – the eagle has flown.
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