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(fly on)A flock of birds hovering aboveA flock of birdsThat's how you think of love
And I alwaysLook up to the skyPray before the dawnCause they fly alwaysSometimes they arriveSometimes they are goneThey fly on
A flock of birdsHovering alongInto smoke I'm turned and rise following them up
Still I alwaysLook up to the skyPray before the dawnCause they fly awayOne minute they arrive, next you know they're goneThey fly onFly on
So fly onRide throughMaybe one day I'll fly next to you
Fly onRide throughMaybe one day I'll fly with youFly on
ODon't ever let go