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Birds

What is the feeling once they called “love”, Something that leads us somewhere above To breathe high skies’ air, To live and to care? Chorus: Wind is blowing – my time is flowing, My heart’s glowing as I fly. Birds I’m calling: “Keep me from falling. She is so, so high.” How many tunes were made of a groan! How many hopes crashed of hearts of stone! But in white rays’ streams She comes to my dreams. Chorus: I travelled seas, know how it feels, I long to kiss skin on your knees. I travelled seas, know how it feels, I long to kiss your knees. Chorus:
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