here s a picture of a bright blue bird standing on the open hand of a woman with long red hair on the edge of a windswept land a long fall to the rocks below dark threat of a storm behind light shines on her smiling face looking up at these hills to climb she can feel the wind right now wash away her tracks and plans if you want to live this life gotta hold it with an open hand the sky flier s got to face that wind feathers have to feel the air he s been where she s never seen he s seen what she could not bear but the two of them hold it all the high view and the muddy miles the free wing and the earthly trail the deep heart and the endless sky she can feel the wind right now wash away her tracks and plans if you really want to live this life gotta hold it with an open hand
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