The Name
Through a thousand skies above my head
Only a bird flies
And across a thousand fields beneath my feet
Only a flower grows
Like a wind I blow
And like a cloud I arrive
To rain
I wish I could help
To move out the pain
And tomorrow
The sun will shine
And yet
You are not mine
And tomorrow
Who knows
What will lies ahead
Through a thousand skies above my head
Only a bird flies
And across a thousand fields beneath my feet
Only a flower grows
And tomorrow
Tell me when will we meet
And the sun will shine
And yet again
You are not mine
Not mine
Only a bird flies
And across a thousand fields beneath my feet
Only a flower grows
Like a wind I blow
And like a cloud I arrive
To rain
I wish I could help
To move out the pain
And tomorrow
The sun will shine
And yet
You are not mine
And tomorrow
Who knows
What will lies ahead
Through a thousand skies above my head
Only a bird flies
And across a thousand fields beneath my feet
Only a flower grows
And tomorrow
Tell me when will we meet
And the sun will shine
And yet again
You are not mine
Not mine
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