| Little girl, little girl with the big round eyes
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| Little bird, little bird, one day you’ll fly
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| A breathtaking flight of life you’ll fly
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| Then little bird, little bird, you will die
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| Little girl, little girl with the big round eyes
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| Little bird, little bird, one day you’ll fly
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| A breathtaking flight of life you’ll fly
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| Then little bird, little bird, you will die
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| Because life, life is a vapor
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| But the brevity is what makes it a treasure
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| So feel it all like a love letter
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| To the One you live with forever
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| His eye is on the sparrow
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| His eye is on you
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| What then, what then when it’s all over?
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| Little bones, little bones the dust will cover
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| Little spirit, little spirit you’ll live on
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| With the soul of the bird that goes on and on
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| Then little bones, little bones
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| You will rise and little girl, little girl
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| You will fly-y, fly-y
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| Because life, life is a vapor
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| And the brevity is what makes it a treasure
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| So feel it all like a love letter
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| To the One you live with forever
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| His eye is on the sparrow
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| His eye is on you |