I see her up there,
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she is dancing on the wind with her lover,
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and maybe one or the other sees me smiling
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in the sun's summer light at their perfect flight.
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She sees me watching her
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as she climbs and circles round,
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now she's falling and I hear him calling her
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as their wings cut through the blue and the white.
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I watch their perfect flight,
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sometimes I see you, you're walkin' all alone in the furs.
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I want to free you but you're no longer mine.
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Maybe you never were,
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although sometimes peace can find me
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when I'm all alone and lying in a meadow
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and bathing in the shadows
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and as the sun drips down
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and day turns to night
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I watch their perfect flight.
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Hawksong
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Shawn Mullins |