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Trying out something with harmonies. Song about a hawk that used to visit us.
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Old man winter can try
But his might ain’t much in the desert
Maybe a chill
In the wind that blows
And the blue hawk flies away home
Not much of a thaw in the spring
Just rain that stays for days
It’s hard to move
But you have to try
And the blue hawk keeps from the sky
Then the anvil of summer arrives
And the desert feels it’s rebirth
Santa Ana may blow
Like a roaring freight train
And blue hawk starts flying again
When the sky turns to autumn
Doesn’t mean the sun is cool
The air can parch
The sand can burn
When the blue hawk makes her return
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