On and on they journey southward
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to the land of warmer summers
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on the way they shed their feathers
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for the poet's hand to write love letters
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Flying high in straight formation
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seeking out their destination
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over seas and windswept forest
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frost and snow they're soon forgotten
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Trees are bare snowflakes are falling
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you can hear their leaders calling
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follow me fly strong my brother
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be strong of heart and help each other home
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And here I am I'm just a man
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and there you are among the stars flying high
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searching for a new tomorrow
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I wish I could follow
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Nearer still to new horizons
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chill winds blow so far behind them
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endless days and sleepless nights
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a borrowed gift navigates their flight
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Still and pure this morning air
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so tired now but almost there
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the mysteries of nature's calling
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some will climb while others return back home
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MIGRATION
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| Ray Thomas |
