Fly, My love.
Hush my love, my darling
Hush my little bird.
Time for you to sleep now,
Not one more tiny word.
I will keep you safe, my love,
as winter's cold draws nigh,
until the spring comes, baby bird.
Then you'll be free to fly
Fly my love,
Fly my love,
Fly away from here
From darkness, pain and winter's chill
Fly away from fear.
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