| Honour thy friendship, honour thy blood
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| With sturdiness of purpose perpetrate all the above
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| Play on the flute made of purest gold
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| Let us be friends and I’ll tell you of my dream
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| Let us be lovers, I’ll show you what I mean
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| I am awkward, I am touching, I am graceful
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| I am playful, always poised, never hateful
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| For life is never certain in the slightest sense of meaning
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| Feel the universal time with fullness of my being
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| There was a friendly pigeon, I met him in my dream
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| He came to entertain me, he kept me company
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| Along came a bigger bird, more bigger than he
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| Snapped his wing and dragged him to his destiny
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| «Oh why bigger bird, why’d you pick on me?»
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| Said the little pigeon hanging desperately
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| «I'm hungry and it’s time for lunch.» |
| the bigger bird replied
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| Go to sleep and dream your dream in pigeon pie
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| I am awkward, I am touching, I am graceful
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| I am playful, always poised, never hateful
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| For life is never certain in the slightest sense of meaning
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| Feel the universal time with fullness of my being
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| Heading for the parallel, the sultry state of dreaming
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| With your pigeon by your side, you’re not alone |