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A seam across the sky |
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As if it was torn |
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The sky is filling |
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With flocks and swarms |
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They burst through the branches |
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They tumble and fall |
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Little gods surveying their worlds |
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Examining it all |
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My wings are dusted |
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With frost and cold |
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For a little thing like you |
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I'm too heavy a load |
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You'll struggle and falter |
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Amble around |
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Just follow some other storm |
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Cause I'll only weigh you down |
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You carry me home |
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My love Still you carry me home |
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Little dove |
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A change in the winds |
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Smoke on the breeze |
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The sky is filled |
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With the scent of burning leaves |
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The vapors rise |
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From the glen in the east |
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Where the path is clear for you and me |
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You carry me home |
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My love Still you carry me home |
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Little dove |
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You'll ride towards the sun |
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As it guides you home |
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But don't be afraid,little bird |
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You aren't alone |
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A hoard of friends |
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Will keep darkness at bay |
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You're the needle |
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In the hay |
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I'll take you with a steady hand |
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Make the seam reborn |
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The rip will be sewn up again |
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By the same hand that had it torn |
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You carry me home |
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My love Still you carry me home |
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Little dove |
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Still you carry me home |
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My love Still you carry me home |
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Little dove |
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Hear it approaching |
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The shuffle of feet |
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The clamor of metal |
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And hounds in heat |
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We'll steal away |
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To the glen in the east |
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Where the path is clear |
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For you and me |
