From the top of a church on a hill
 To the tip of a dragonfly wing
 From the shine off a hood of cab
 To a shimmering diamond within on a ring
 That was worn through two world wars

 From a smile that soars though its old and worn
 And two blue eyes forever seeming cold

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 The sun is always blinding me with her light
 The day is always hiding behind the night
 And one day everybody will be alright
 Go on blinding me with her light

 From the glare of a red traffic light
 To the blur of a bicycle wheel
 From the flare of a camera lens
 To a fluorescent light that ignites and displays
 Someone leaving a goodbye note
 From a pen made of steel and reflection of hope
 And to some words to stir an aching soul

 [bad word] 

 From a fire that burns in the darkest well
 Of a cave so enslaved
 I can hear her yell, I can tell
 This bird just wants to be free
 So set her free

 And if this world should ever leave you cold

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