| You got sharper eyes than me, old bird
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| To see a worm so far away
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| You shift your wing, you don’t say a word
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| You knew just where the earthworm lay
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| Like melting snow, you have your way
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| No predator will watch your perch
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| I see you looking at the sky
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| It aids my sigh, it ends my search
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| Like birds, I watch your every movement
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| That climbs inside my heart’s desire
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| But now, I find desire imbues it
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| My heart is stuck like birds on wire
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| How can these words reveal the season?
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| New leaves unfold in every breath
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| On grass I lay, could find no reason
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| Desire your touch or fear of death
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| I love your smile when you show it
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| Your fingers in my hand
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| When we fly like this, you know it
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| I love the bed on which we land |