Strum a string, another for the day

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Leave behind a feather, fly away.

Strum a string, another for the day.

Sing sing sing, from the heart, where you are.

I can hear you, here, amongst the stars.

There’s one there, a mountain.

At the foothills of time.

You’ll find me waiting,

after your climb.

Go on, there’s no delay.

After all that’s come to dismay.

Drift off a feather, fly away.

And strum a string, another for the day.

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