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I go to the hills when my heart is lonely,
I know I will hear what I've heard before,
My heart will be blessed with the sound of music, And I'll sing once more.
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Love lifts us up where we belong,
Where the eagles cry
On a mountain high.
Love lifts us up where we belong,
Far from the world below,
Up where the clear winds blow.

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