| Sorry songs, saddest sound that I heard
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| Beautiful pitiful little bird
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| You can lay words of love on a page
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| But you can’t lock her love in cage
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| Canaria canaria
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| Canaria canaria
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| Canaria canaria
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| Sorry songs, saddest sound that I heard
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| Desperate desolate little bird
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| Love can shine in the night like the stars
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| But you can’t keep its light behind bars
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| Canaria canaria
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| Canaria canaria
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| Canaria canaria
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| Did she love all the mirrors and the clouds we cannot cross?
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| She did
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| Did she love the fragility of flowers and the birds?
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| She did
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| Did she love the freedom of an ending love?
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| Who can say?
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| Sorry songs, saddest sound that I heard
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| Lonely and lonelier little bird
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| You’re aware, though your arms are her jail
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| That some day one will pay for the bail
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| Canaria canaria
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| Canaria canaria
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| Canaria canaria
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| Sorry songs, saddest sound that I heard
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| Miserable, mistreated little bird
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| You can lay words of love on a page
|
| But you can’t lock her love in a cage
|
| Canaria canaria
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| Canaria canaria
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| Canaria canaria
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| Did she love the passage of clouds in the front doorway?
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| She did
|
| Did she love the fragility of flowers and the birds?
|
| She did
|
| Did she love the freedom of an ending love?
|
| Who can say?
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| Canaria canaria
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| Canaria canaria
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| Canaria canaria |