Last One Gone

from Into The Mystery
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 When my grandfather spoke about the eagle
 He would raise his face up to the sky
 The sunlight reflecting on the water
 And she flew so close as she passed by
 But that? s just an old man? s story, that I have never seen
 Cause rich men talked about the future
 And big change was ringing in their ears
 It? s a one cry slipping into silence
 It was one voice never more to hear
 The clatter of the dozers,
 The smoke of the machine
 The edge is getting closer all the time
 The edge is getting closer all the time
 So light, lightly on the wind
 So far from where she? d always been
 I saw as if I could have known
 Leaving her home, flying alone
 That was the last one gone
 The last one gone
 Gone, gone in all its glory
 Gone and never said goodbye
 Gone, just an old mans story
 That was the last time she would fly
 Fly, fly lightly on the wind,
 Fly far, from where she? d always been
 I saw, as if I could have known
 Leaving her home, flying alone
 That was the last one gone
 The last one gone
 That was the last time she would fly
 Gone
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