As he circles above in indigo sky,
A sound as lonely as the earth,
Has been since the day of its very birth
Searching each night for food and mate
Riding the thermals, tempting fate
And like that bird I search alone
Over landscape cold as barren stone
Voicing my own, heart-felt sigh
Echoing that lonesome eerie cry
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