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• Artiste: Cowboy Junkies
• Titre: Small Swift Birds
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I've been told that it's just the way life goes. Once the wildest river is now a trickle to the sea. The peak we risk our lives to scale becomes dirt beneath our feet. The wisdom of a life time always disappears untapped. Paradise once given will always be taken back. And the love you hang your life upon will start to slowly crack. I have seen people suffocate the dream. Forgetting to turn that one last time while she watches through the door. Focusing on the garbage that she use to ignore. Thinking she looks so beautiful but not yelling it out loud. He should have thought to kiss her before he headed out. Just forgetting how fucking lucky you are to have found her in such a crowd. But we've seen a cloud of starlings rising on a crisp autumn day. We were handed the weight of a child sleeping and bore her away. We've tasted the tears that fall when saying goodbye forever. And we've seen the silver from a waxing moon wash upon the shore. I have heard about the lives of small swift birds. They dazzle with their colour and their deftness through the air. Just a simple glimpse will keep you simply standing there. Legendary journeys made on fragile hollow wings. The night skies rich with whistling each and every spring. And then there's the day we look for them and can't find them anywhere. I've been told that it's just the way life goes.