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Come wander quietly and listen to the wind |
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Come near and listen to the sky |
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Come walking high above the rolling of the sea |
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And watch the swallows as they fly |
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There is no sorrow like the murmur of their wings |
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There is no choir like their song |
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There is no power like the freedom of their flight |
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While the swallows roam alone |
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Do you hear the calling of a hundred thousand boys? |
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Hear the trembling in the stone? |
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Do you hear the angry bells ringing in the night? |
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Do you hear the swallows when they've flown? |
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And will the breezes blow the petals from your hand? |
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And will some loving ease your pain? |
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And will this silence drive confusion from your soul? |
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And will the swallows come again? |
