No longer can I stay here.
Far away my soul wants to fly.
Before the leaves dry
Before the clouds cry
I want to fly
Where you are
Squezing the past
In my hands,
With a soft whisper
On my lips
There stays your name.
Leaving my shade
Behind me
I want to fly
Where you are.
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