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The Sun dipping low, in the sky
Me wishing I could learn to fly
So that I could go home like the birds
So that I could put my feelings to words

Me, wishing i could play the guitar
Me, wishing upon a falling star
Hope against hope, but hoping still
Hope till my heart has had its fill

Hope sits upon the window sill
Like the sparrow that visits, often
but eventually flies, it has its own thrill
Hope that one day, this burden will soften

Wherefore could i see a sunset divine
And be content, want nothing more
Where do i join up, where do I sign
For things to be the way they were before