The sky is
Calling me like
Migrating birds I
Think that it’s
Time to go
The where isn’t
Important to me
Now it’s the
Whom to take
Roost in the
Arms of friends
There my heart
Will finally sing
The sky is
Calling me like
Migrating birds I
Think that it’s
Time to go
The where isn’t
Important to me
Now it’s the
Whom to take
Roost in the
Arms of friends
There my heart
Will finally sing
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Aww, that’s beautiful. Sometimes, what’s most important is the company around us rather than the intended destination.
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Thank you. It’s time to prepare for the next adventure!
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