| There’s a little bird that somebody sends
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| Down to the earth to live on the wind.
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| Born on the wind and he sleeps on the wind
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| This little bird that somebody sends.
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| He’s light and fragile and feathered sky blue,
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| So thin and graceful the sun shines through.
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| This little bird who lives on the wind,
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| This little bird that somebody sends.
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| He flies so high up in the sky
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| Out of reach of human eye.
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| And the only time that he touches the ground
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| Is when that little bird
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| Is when that little bird
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| Is when that little bird dies. |