Flying

	Seven times I called your name 
	Denying all that has occurred 
	Seven times the echo came 
 
	The seventh time was not the same 
	The syllables somehow were blurred
	Seven times I called your name 

	This love is not a childrenís game
	And now Iím flying like a bird
	Seven times the echo came

	Soaring high above the blame 
	Ten thousand feet, so sweet, absurd 
	Seven times I called your name

	Impervious to any claim
	No guilt or innocence inferred 
	Seven times the echo came

	Finally I crash in flame
	The last response was never heard
	Seven times I called your name
	Seven times the echo came

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