Watch the birds fly high and free,
Hear them sing their melody.
Smell the air surrounding – fresh.
Feel the Sun caress your flesh.
Look far out into the horizon.
See a sparkle in the ocean.
Feel not the guilt that comes your way.
It’s but an escape – this will not stay.
Soon all will be gone.
Our lives must move on.
Now it’s all up to fate.
‘Twas but an escape.
Hold on.
Move on.
Go on, G’on, Gon.
All this will pass...
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