(G.Kooymans)
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Lonely is the night without you
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Just as lonely as the shepherd without sheep
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And where flies the falcon,
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In the high sweet air
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Without hunting this Sprane Valleys deer
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She wears softness as a gown
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She spreads magic all around
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Her feathers still untouched
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She takes but nothing and she gives so much
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She flies on strange wings
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She flies on strange winds
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She brings strange things
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She flies on strange wings
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She takes off when she desires
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Silence grows on her lips
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She can bring you so much higher
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She spreads love on all her trips, yeah
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She flies on strange wings
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She flies on strange winds
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She brings strange things
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She flies on strange wingsW
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Oke up this morning
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And this feeling came to my head
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To fly with her from sky to sky
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'Cause my mind seemed to be dead
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So I floated up towards her
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On my mutilated wings
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But all the blackness sings against me now
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It's the lady of the strange wings
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She wears softness as a gown
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She spreads magic all around
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Her feathers still untouched
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She takes but nothing and she gives so much
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She flies on strange...........
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She Flies On Strange Wings
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| Golden Earring |
