| Speak to me sadness.
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| Speak to me of pain.
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| Tell me how your heart leaps at the thought of spreading your wings again.
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| Tell me of your hunger.
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| How your instinct has you trained.
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| The unexplainable longing.
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| That comes when the snow turns into rain.
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| You say a part of you dies.
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| You say your heart never lies.
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| You say you’re never tricked.
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| When they try to pull the wool over your eyes.
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| Winter bird I don’t know what I’ve got to do.
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| You can count them up on one hand.
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| Those whose compassion you will take.
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| And you’ve always had a keen sense of whose love was real and whose was fake.
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| You telegraph your movements.
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| The ancient paths your take.
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| You say «it's all the repetition».
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| And the choices you made for survival’s sake.
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| You say a part of you dies.
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| You say your heart never lies.
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| You say you’re never tricked.
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| When they try to pull the wool over your eyes.
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| Winter bird I don’t know what I’ve got to do.
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| How long will it take for your heart to grow cold.
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| In the middle of the night.
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| Will you surrender to the voice that keeps on calling.
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| That keeps on calling you to go. |