| Leave me alone, is all that I say
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| When I have nothing, in me to give away
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| A purple martin in her house, she hollers at me
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| Why be inhuman? |
| Why be like me?
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| Chorus:
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| Like so many robins, like so many doves
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| Like so many lovebirds with so many loves
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| Like the songs of the bobwhite
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| Without any words
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| When we are inhuman we’re one with the birds
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| At six in the morning, you rise from the pillow
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| Stand steaming above me, I slumber below
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| You’re one with the blankets, hanging fragrant and loose
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| You’re one with a whipporwill,
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| You’re one with a goose
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| Chorus
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| So tweet with me and widely spread
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| Your golden wings around my bed
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| And fly with me 'til we all are dead
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| And one with the birds
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| Like so many seagulls
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| Like so many hawks
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| Like so many thrushes
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| And so many storks
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| A little swallow will tell you
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| Without using heartrending, misleading words
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| When we are inhuman
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| We’re one with the birds
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| «And if we hide our feelings, we may as well fly away» |