| Lonely is the night without you
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| Just as lonely as a shepherd without sheep
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| and where flies the falcon in the high sweet air
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| Without hunting the Sprane Valley’s deer
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| She wears softness as a gown
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| She spreads magic all around
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| Her feathers still untouched
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| She takes but nothing and she gives so much
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| She flies on strange wings
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| She flies on strange winds
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| She brings strange things
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| She flies on strange wings
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| She takes off when she desires
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| Silence grows on her lips
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| She can bring you so much higher
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| She spreads love on all her trips, yeah
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| She flies on strange wings
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| She flies on strange winds
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| She brings strange things
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| She flies on strange wings
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| Woke up this morning
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| and this feeling came to my head
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| To fly with her from sky to sky
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| ‘Cause my mind seemed to be dead
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| So I floated up towards her
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| on my mutilated wings
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| But all the blackness sings against me now
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| It’s the lady of the strange wings
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| She wears softness as a gown
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| She spreads magic all around
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| Her feathers still untouched
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| She takes but nothing and she gives so much
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| She flies on strange… " |