(Hans York / Evo Bluestein)
Awoke this morning feeling fine
Sun will fall or rain will shine
Autumn winds steal thoughts of mine
A soaring hawk is circling high
Outstretched wings across the sky
Gives a faint and lonesome cry
Echoes what I feel today
I miss you
Being with you day to day
Things you do and things you say
I think about while you
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