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Everywhere you turn you are, surrounded by the sound, |
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Of winter's song, |
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Everything is frozen and, only the swans have chosen, |
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To be strong |
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The skies are all a big commotion, somewhere the birds are all in motion (Yearning to be back) |
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And home where they belong |
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An the love you once thought, long faded out of view, |
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Was there all along, and right in front of you, |
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An look at you now you're flying..too |
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You're flying too |
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Soon the dormant patient roots will show themselves as childish shoots, (Watered by the tears) |
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Of a first-time mother's joy |
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Lil' streams of consciousness, they tumble over rocks they kiss, (Unafraid of who they are) |
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Of what will happen next |
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And the love you once thought (you once thought), long faded out of view, |
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Was there all along (all along), and in ways you never knew, |
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And the birds you once thought (you once thought), long gone ahead of you you, |
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They were there all along, and right in front of you, |
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An look at you now you're flying...too |
