The cloud tractors me
With uncontrollable lift
It twangs my sidewires
Pretty flat green fields
I wish I was there right now
The air grows colder
The vario screams
The black death bowl engulfs me
I´m in deep ****** now
The ground disappears
My GPS will guide me
White stones strike my face
White gives way to sky
I have escaped with my life
Let´s do it again
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