Bird
A little bird floats up,
high into the air.
Going up,
up,
up,
to who knows where.
I watch,
I wait,
to see where it's going.
I hope in my heartÂ
it knows what it's doing.
A little bird floats up,
high into the air.
Going up,
up,
up,
to who knows where.
I watch,
I wait,
to see where it's going.
I hope in my heartÂ
it knows what it's doing.
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