Standing up in a mourning pain,
Calling out my lover’s name;
Spirit winds carry my plea:
Bring my baby home to me.
Over the sea off at war,
Afraid I’ll see him never more.
At the very least, I ask a sign;
Let me know if he’s alive!
In the misty sunrise,
The eagle flies
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