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 You wore a little cross of gold around your neck 
I saw it as you flew between my reason 
Like a raven in the night time when you left 
I wear a chain upon my wrist that bears no name 
You touched it and you wore it 
And you kept it in your pillow all the same 
My high-flying bird has flown from out my arms 
I thought myself her keeper 
She thought I meant her harm 
She thought I was the archer 
A weather man of words 
But I could never shoot down 
My high-flying bird 
The white walls of your dressing room are stained in scarlet red 
You bled upon the cold stone like a young man 
In the foreign field of death 
Wouldn't it be wonderful is all I heard you say 
You never closed your eyes at night and learned to love daylight 
Instead you moved away 
            
 
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