| Birds In My Tree |
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| Open the door, man |
| Let all the good air come in |
| Freshen the flowers, woman |
| For there are no more sins in |
| Hand me my bag, Frederick |
| Stretch out your mind, feel good |
| Utopia’s at my doorstep |
| Come, there is no more hatred |
| Come live a better life |
| All is what you strive for |
| And now there are many birds in my tree |
| Open your eyes to it |
| First pleas «Then why?» |
| Raise up your arms higher |
| We have a reason to fly |
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