| On and on they journey southward
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| To the land of warmer summers
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| On the way they shed their feathers
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| For the poet’s hand to write love letters
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| Flying high in straight formation
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| Seeking out their destination
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| Over seas and windswept forest
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| Frost and snow they’re soon forgotten
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| Trees are bare snowflakes are falling
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| You can hear their leaders calling
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| Follow me fly strong my brother
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| Be strong of heart and help each other home
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| And here I am I’m just a man
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| And there you are among the stars flying high
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| Searching for a new tomorrow
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| I wish I could follow
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| Nearer still to new horizons
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| Chill winds blow so far behind them
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| Endless days and sleepless nights
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| A borrowed gift navigates their flight
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| Still and pure this morning air
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| So tired now but almost there
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| The mysteries of nature’s calling
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| Some will climb while others return back home |