A flock of birds hovering above
That's how you think of love And I always
Look up to the sky
Pray before the dawn
Cause they fly always
Sometimes they arrive
Sometimes they are gone
They fly on
So fly on
Ride through
Maybe one day I'll fly next to you...
uploaded 16 май, 2014 Copyright by Ali Arabzadeh
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