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May the roads in your gypsy soul
lead you to a higher ground,
kindred pilgrim, my kindrim pilgrim,
'til what you seek is found.

I see you wand'rin' through this world
and how you seem to me
like a grounded angel remembering the sky
and trying to be free.

So fly on, fly on.
Fly on, little angel, fly away.
It's time to spread your wings.
Fly on, fly on.
Fly on, little angel, fly away.
I pray for you beautiful things.

Fly on, little angel, fly away.
It's time to spread your wings.
Fly on, fly on.
Fly on, little angel, fly away.
I pray for you beautiful things.
I pray for you only beautiful things