| Eagle, eagle, way up high, born of parents from the sky, take me to the place you go, to that special place you know, far away from dirt and grime, from the streets of filth and crime, into meadows bright and clear, with colorful hills of flowers cheer, near the coast and bright blue sea, with the eagle, is where i'll be. Murray Hewey, Los Angeles, California, 1989 |
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