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Migration

Come the winter
Darkness closing in
Birds are restless

They're eager to be gone


They will leave while I must bide
To wish for wings
And swallow's flight



The wind is colder
It's blowing from the hills
The feathers will ruffle
Under open wings


And they will leave while I must bide
To wish for wings
And swallow's flight



The clouds are gathering
They're bearing the first snow

The birds are watching
Swallow, swan and crow


And they will leave while I must bide
To wish for wings
And swallow's flight



The arrows are forming
They're blending with the cloud
Geese migrating
They're heading for the south



And they will leave while I must bide
To wish for wings
And swallow's flight

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