how far ethereal voices drift
I hear them calling me from beyond
in my darkest hours
I long to join them in song
to feel myself found again
amongst the lost
to feel free
to flutter
to fly
if dreams could be real
you'd live
we'd walk in the park, smiling
but spring's here again
and you are not
you'd live
we'd walk in the park, smiling
but spring's here again
and you are not
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