| Was woken by the song of a bird in her nest
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| Perched high above the sorrows of men and of kings
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| She tended to her young in the shield of her wings
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| Gazing down on a world that was shaded in gray
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| No one noticed the man where he lay
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| Rising up from the bench as he greeted the morn
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| Still with hope in his heart from a past that was torn
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| Nothing left but his swag and the blue memory
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| Of his love who was lost on the sea
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| Crying out through the town for his voice to be heard
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| Though the only one listening to him was a bird
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| Please find me my lover, please find me my friend
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| How I long for her in my arms again
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| Fly high
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| Spread your wings until the wind lifts our souls into the sky
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| Fly high
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| Tell my lover I could never say goodbye
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| With a tear in his eye he longs for the past
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| For the day they made vows for their love that would last
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| In the warmth of the evening they ran young and free
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| And they waltzed till the sun kissed the sea
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| From out of the shadows a woman appears
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| In the place where her lover once lived many years
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| All remained was a headstone engraved with the phrase
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| I loved you for all of my days
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| Fly high, fly high, fly high, fly high, fly high |