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A flock of birds

Hovering above

Just a flock of birds

That's how you think of love

And I always

Look up to the sky

Pray before the dawn

'Cause they fly always

Sometimes they arrive

Sometimes they are gone

They fly on

A flock of birds

Hovering above

Into smoke I'm turned

And rise following them up

Still 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 on

So fly on

Ride through

Maybe one day I'll fly next to you

They fly on

Ride through

Maybe one day I could fly with you

Fly on

Fly on

Fly on