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The Falcon Sleeps Tonight
Away he goes
as the morning sun
rises above this forgotten land
eastbound flight
late afternoon
glory days were over soon
But now he's free
nothings what it seemed to be
life has changed
there's nothing left to try
so the falcon sleeps tonight
Feeling lost in a place called home
marching along to the drums of a ghost
craving for life from dusk until dawn
it's hard to think all hope is gone