Ruby Wings
Across the grassy mountaintops
Where the breeze did sing
I met a beautiful birdie
With bright red ruby wings
She was perched on the edge of a treetop
Wings shining like crimson gold
Chiming a tune to her listeners
Telling a tale of old
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