| Walking along on a path in the mountains
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| I saw a bird flying way up high
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| Gold were its wings in the sun of the morning
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| Flashing at me as it flew through the sky
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| It’s beauty was such, and I felt I must have it
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| She stood all day, nearly into the night
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| Finally angered that I couldn’t catch it
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| Determined that I would stop it in flight
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| I found a stone by a mountain stream flowing
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| Rounded and smoothed by the water’s fast flow
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| It felt so warm and alive in my hand
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| It was an arrow, my arm was a bow
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| Then a flashing of wings, and a cry pierced the air
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| It fluttered and it fell on the rocks at my feet
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| Weeping I left it, the thing that had fallen
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| Blood stained my hands and tears wet my cheek
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| Later that night as I lay in my bed
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| I heard the sound of wings in the air
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| The room became bathed in a warm, golden glow
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| I opened my eyes and a woman stood there
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| (Duet with a woman)
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| Did not you know when you hurt me so cruelly
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| I was your love, I was your friend
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| You couldn’t stand it that I was so free
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| Now you will never see me again |