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A 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 They fly on A flock of birds Hovering along 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 They fly on Fly on Fly on Fly on Fly on Fly on Fly on Fly on Fly on Fly on Fly on