| One parrot in a cage
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| At the home of a friend
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| Is reason to wonder and stare
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| Green wings and red face
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| And a sapphire belly
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| A racket so loud
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| As to out shout the tele
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| But this morning my prayer
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| By the side of the sea
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| Took odds to turn back
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| To the moon in the trees
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| Where a green cloud of birds
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| In a flock of a thou'
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| Yelled from one to another
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| It’s morning out loud
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| It’s morning, it’s morning
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| It’s morning they cried
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| From the edge of the treetops
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| To the edge of the skies
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| It’s morning, it’s morning
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| It’s morning they cried
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| So open your heart
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| When you open your eyes
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| And the sound of their voices
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| Together did blend
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| Forming chords of awakening
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| If I’m not here again
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| For they shouted
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| Never again would they fly
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| In such numbers across
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| Such a primitive sky
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| And they noticed my heart
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| As it sank to the sand
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| Do not hurry they called
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| It’s all part of a plan |