The fledgling bond made from far beyond
growing in the marshes of the pond
The brooding nest made from beak and breast
glowing in the sunsets of the west
........
Going gone... going gone
on and on the swan
........
The whistling call made from one to all
blowing in the showers of the squall
The circling flight made from darkness light
flowing in the currents of the height
........
Going gone... going gone
on and on the swan
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