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I am a cliff swallow
Flying over the endless sea
Carrying nothing in my beak
But a branch of a Willow tree

So when I grow weary
And my wings no longer flap
I may rest the branch on the widespread ocean
And only there will I take a short catnap

Only to wake
Feeling refreshed
To continue flying
And finish my long quest

Till’ Morrow comes
My wings they ache
No land in sight
Give or take

I will fly
Until I see the land
There I may see the Lord
And forever take his hand

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