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Now when the heavens cry
I cry with them;

When the sun shines
I fly;

Now when the songs
Are heard

I smile;

And in the silence

I think;

Now when the music plays
I dance;
And the freedom envelops me.

Since losing you
I have found me.

I detest the trade
That was made,

Yet I soar higher
Every day.

And every day…
And every day…

I am sadder by the day.