| Time is my friend
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| Till it ain’t, and runs out
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| And that is all
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| That I have, till it’s gone
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| Tried to build a home bones of birds
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| Singing in the cold and fall to earth
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| Hey! |
| Sometimes she won’t cry
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| When the smallest one is trapped
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| Too weak to survive
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| Probably maybe
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| Tried to look out
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| Through a hole, in the vague
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| Circling above
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| Looking down, bird of prey
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| Tried to build a home bones of birds
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| Singing in the cold and fall to earth
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| Hey! |
| Sometimes she won’t cry
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| When the smallest one is trapped
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| Too weak to survive
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| Too weak to survive
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| Too weak to survive
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| Probably maybe
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| Tried to build a home bones of birds
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| Singing in the cold and fall to earth
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| Hey! |
| Sometimes she won’t cry!
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| When the smallest one is trapped!
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| Too weak to survive! |
| Probably
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| Hey! |
| Sometimes she won’t cry!
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| When the smallest one is trapped!
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| Too weak to survive!
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| Too weak to survive!
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| Too weak to survive!
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| Maybe |