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Left New York this morning early Traveling south so wide and high Sailing through the wide blue yonder It's that Airmail Special on the fly Listen to the motors humming She is streaking through the sky Like a bird that's flying homeward It's that Airmail Special on the fly Over plains and high dark mountains Over rivers deep and wide Carrying mail to California It's that Airmail Special on the fly Watch her circle for the landing Hear her moan and cough and sigh Now she's coming down the runway It's that Airmail Special on the fly

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