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Flock of birds – Hovering above – Just a flock of birds,
That's how you think of love.

And I always look up to the sky – Pray before the dawn,
Cause they fly always – Sometimes they arrive.
Sometimes they are gone – Fly on!

Flock of birds – Hovering above,
Into smoke I'm turned and rise, following them up.
Still I always look up to the sky – Pray before the dawn,
Cause they fly away – One minute they arrive,
Next you know they're gone – Fly on!

Fly on, ride through – Maybe one day I'll fly next to you.
Fly on, ride through – Maybe one day I can fly with you – Fly on!