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Still here. Still missing. I've lost my heart. I really did. And I miss it. Flock of birds Hovering above Just a flock of birds 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 Flock of birds Hovering above Into smoke I'm turned and rise, following them up Still I always look up to the sky Pray before the dawn Cause they fly away One minute they arrive Next you know they're gone Fly on, ride through Maybe one day I'll fly next to you Fly on, ride through Maybe one day I can fly with you "You look like a movie. You sound like a song." Yes, you really do.