| Don‘t touch‘em when they are sleeping
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| They look defenseless but they defend themselves
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| Don‘t try to understand them it is useless
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| They are stars and like stars they are all different from all of you
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| Sometimes they look busy in thousands thoughts
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| But
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| They are just looking for something to be understood
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| That will be of interest to anyone
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| You will hear them crying at your doors
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| Let them in these are true tears
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| The first one is weak his movements are wavy
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| When he floats in the air in search of special shapes
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| Created by man, he becomes hungry and feeds himself
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| Eating his thoughts sometimes too clever to be
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| To be understood
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| Another one is a special creature
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| With his ambiguous beauty
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| His power comes to the surface
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| His power comes from survival
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| Of all he‘s the strongest
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| Of all he‘s the coolest
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| Due to the open wounds
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| That life made to him
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| The third one has a very strong body
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| His strength is born
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| From the daily fight
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| For the food in the nest
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| An this one is a very strong body
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| The battle for food
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| Made him brave in his choice
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| Made him loud in his voice
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| And next is the strangest
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| He‘s the one who shouts for more
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| He‘s the weakest of all and he never stays alone
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| He doesn’t feel smart
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| But he feels very clumsy
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| And he seems to seek the reason
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| Why he always feels alone
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| The last one‘s the smallest
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| But the rocky one
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| When the game gets too heavy
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| It takes the role of a referee
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| Of all he‘s the hardest
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| Of all he‘s the biggest
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| And when the springtime comes
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| Fly away to build a new nest!
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| They aren‘t still stars
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| But five little birds
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| When they were eggs I already heard them cry
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| From a young tree planted by my father
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| In the garden |