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| There is a place I call my own, Where I can stand, by the sea And look beyond the things I've known, And dream that I, might be free Like the bird above the trees Gliding gently on the breeze I wish that all my life I'd be, Without a cloud, and flying free But life is not a distant sky, Without a cloud, without rain And I can never hope that I, Can travel on, without pain Time goes swiftly on its way, All too soon we've lost today I cannot wait for skies of blue, Or dream so long, that life is through So life's a song that I must sing (so life's a song) A gift of love, I must share And when I see the joy it brings (and when I see) My spirits soar, through the air Like that bird up in the sky, Life has taught me how to fly For now I know what I can be, And now my heart, is flying free~ |
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| Song: Nora's Dove | ||||||||||||||
| Song: For the Beauty of the Earth | ||||||||||||||
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| Name: | Don Besig | |||||||||||||