Baby Bird
Let me fly,
Spread my wings and soar
Over the clouds, through the Sun's warmth
Let me glide to places frolic and free
Let me fly
Let me dream
And if I should soar straight into a tree
Fall down to the ground, squirmming and bleed
I'll know there was nothing worth dreaming about
But let me fly, I need to find out
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