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It's A Beautiful Day |
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It's A Beautiful Day |
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White Bird |
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White bird, |
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in a golden cage, |
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on a winter's day, |
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in the rain. |
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White bird, |
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in a golden cage, |
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alone. |
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The leaves blow, |
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Across the long black road. |
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To the darkened sky, |
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in its rage |
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But the white bird just sits in her cage, |
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alone. |
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White bird must fly |
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Or she will die |
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White bird, |
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dreams of the aspen trees, |
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with their dying leaves, |
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turning gold. |
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But the white bird just sits in her cage, |
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growing old. |
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White bird must fly or she will die. |
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White bird must fly or she will die. |
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The sunsets come, the sunsets go. |
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The clouds pile high,the air moves slow. |
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And the young bird's eyes do always know. |
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She must fly, |
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She must fly, |
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She must fly. |
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White bird, |
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In a golden cage, |
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On a winter's day, in the rain. |
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White bird, |
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In a golden cage alone. |
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White bird must fly or she will die. |
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White bird must fly or she will die. |
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White bird must fly or she will die. |
