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A flock of birds

Hovering above

Just a flock of birds

That's how you think of loveAnd I always

Look up to the sky

Pray before the dawn

'Cause they fly always

Sometimes they arrive

Sometimes they are gone

They fly onA flock of birds

Hovering above

Into smoke I'm turned

And rise following them upStill I always

Look up to the sky

Pray before the dawn

'Cause they fly away

One minute they arrive,

Next you know they're gone

They fly on

Fly onSo fly on

Ride through

Maybe one day I'll fly next to youThey fly on

Ride through

Maybe one day I come fly with you

Fly on

Fly on

Fly on