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Oh, Little Bird
Oh, little bird
When winter comes and you are gone
Chasing the sun,
When snow has fallen and the icy air
Threatens to freeze our bones,
I shall think of you
On your wild adventure
Until my heart beats as fast as your wings
And we are both warm.
Wednesday 9th December 2020 10:27 am
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