I hear the skies screaming
As swifts follow the wind
From east of the sun breasting
The air in never-ending abundance
As the sun declines in the twilight
Moving the flow of time beneath their wings
And fill with unknown longing my heart.
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I hear the skies screaming
As swifts follow the wind
From east of the sun breasting
The air in never-ending abundance
As the sun declines in the twilight
Moving the flow of time beneath their wings
And fill with unknown longing my heart.
Listen, World 🌏 ⭐️🧚♀️ 
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