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Falcons fly in the whispering above

As heartbreak sings the song of men in love.

Lying in a white magnolia bed

Writing all the dreams that fill my head.

Blooming spring is arriving quickly here

Bellowing the name that pleases my ear.

We are almost there

We are almost there

Almost to the end of your distant stare.

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