| Wait on the breeze through red top trees
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| Pining will roam, ask where you’ve grown
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| Seven geese in flight call from a great height
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| Grey wing, then white, grey wing, then white
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| You said everyone you know one day will surely die
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| But everything that dies in some way returns
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| You said everyone you know one day will surely die
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| But everything that dies in some way returns
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| Down to the woods where I first stood
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| Down to the foot where I drew blood
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| Ten gees in flight call from a great height
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| Grey wings, then white, grey wings, then white
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| You said everyone you know one day will surely die
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| But everything that dies in some way returns
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| You said everyone you know one day will surely die
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| But everything that dies in some way returns
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| You said everyone you know one day will surely die
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| But everything that dies in some way returns
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| You said everyone you know one day will surely die
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| But everything that dies in some way returns
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| You said everyone you know one day will surely die
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| But everything that dies in some way returns
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| You said everyone you know one day will surely die
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| But everything that dies in some way returns |