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birds are flying upwards, horizons spread below Varley, master, hear them calling speaking through the airs white wings in evening dark clouds are rushing past old worlds below are falling while they ascend on stairs They fly through darkness, lonesome in evening skies Varley, master, hear them calling speaking through the airs | ||||||||||||||
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