All swans will return as the sky wants to fall;
I’m not alone- memory under my skin
Oh, should we also return home
following a higher call or sleep?
It’s almost dawn, our swans are between
It’s almost home, life must always begin!
Over and over, in-between,
Under my skin, under my skin
Feel our swans merge into one again
Oh, could we remember our home
When the sky seems to fall?
We’re not alone!
Oh, it’s been a long way to return;
And our swans are meeting again
Over and over, in-between,
Under my skin, under my skin
It’s a homecoming, may it be! Be!
Swans
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