| A pale bird flies over open sea
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| Singing sweet soul music to me
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| The ancient winds crying cold and flying free
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| Carry winter whispers through the trees
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| A soft voice murmurs a haunting melody
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| As it flows to the river from a stream
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| The gentle breeze carries youthful memory
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| Through the shaded valley of my dreams
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| I have come through the darkness
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| Touched the moon’s new fallen dew
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| I have found there a place
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| Where the wild song echoes, echoes in my heart
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| There the dawn is wide with the scent of spring
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| With a red sun burning on the tide
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| In the hazel forest the blackbird sings
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| Of a secret place I keep inside
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| I have traveled far, I have made the road my home
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| But that music never will depart
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| I have walked the shoreline where seabirds cry alone
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| But a wild song echoes in my heart
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| I have come through the darkness
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| Touched the moon’s new fallen dew
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| I have found there a place
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| Where the wild song echoes, echoes in my heart
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| Where the wild song echoes, echoes in my heart |