They roam around the sky,
They are the hearts that fly,
Carrying the keys to laughter they unlock the love,
And lock the cry,
They rove around sparkling dove,
They are freed souls above,
Above you, above me on their flight with the wind,
That they only shove,
They are the hope against the bind,
Of the dark cage's rind,
They are the hearts that would never cry,
They are the birds that would forever fly.
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