| Robin red breast, looked down from her nest
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| And saw the world from a different point of view
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| She saw signs of spring, flowers and everything
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| Looked beautiful, golden and brand new
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| But hidden somewhere in the tall, green grass
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| Were sharp and shiny shards of broken glass
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| And she wondered about what she thought she knew
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| Blue bird flying high, almost touched the sky
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| He sang a song as perfect as the day
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| Dancing through the breeze, over tops of trees
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| He left his cares long ago and far away
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| But white and fluffy clouds turned into black
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| I lost him in between the old smoke stacks
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| And I wonder is he ever coming back?
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| Just like you I dream of brighter days
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| But it all seems to vanish in the haze
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| In my mind I’m free and I can fly
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| And I won’t give up my wings or stop trying
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| Starling, black as night, loved to take to flight
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| And feel the rays of the coming summer sun
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| Feeling light as air, never had a care
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| And every dawn was like the world had just begun
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| But summer sun turned into winter rain
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| The grey in every day seemed just the same
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| And I wonder if I’ll see him once again
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| Robin red breast
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| Robin red breast
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| Robin red breast
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| Robin red breast |