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In Mystery Lake, so far away, There lies an airport, where planes do play. Thompson Municipal, a place to see, Where the sky is endless and spirits are free. Just three nautical miles north they say, From Thompson, Manitoba, where children play. With runways long and towers high, The airport welcomes planes that fly. The third-busiest in all the land, After Winnipeg's airports, oh so grand. With bustling planes and passengers too, The airport is a hub for journeys anew. The planes take off, they soar up high, Through the clouds, they reach the sky. To far-off places, they swiftly roam, Carrying people to their new home. So let's imagine, you and me, Flying high above, so wild and free. Thompson Municipal, a place of delight, Where dreams take flight, day or night. Random page: Uladimr Federov