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From the
* tears
* Golden Earring
* II
* Last blast of the

Lonely is the night you
Just as lonely as a shepherd sheep
and flies the falcon,
in the sweet air
Without hunting in the Sprane Valleys
She softness as a gown
She spreads all around
Her feathers still
She takes but nothing and she gives so

She flies on strange
She flies on strange
She strange things
She on strange wings
She takes off when she
Silence on her lips
She can you so much higher
She love on all her trips, yeah

Woke up this
and feeling came to my head
To fly with her sky to sky
'Cause my mind to be dead
So I floated up her
on my mutilated
But all the blackness sings me now
It's the of the strange wings
She softness as a gown
She spreads magic all
Her still untouched
She takes but and she gives so much