Skylark
Skylark, Skylark you fly so high, Skylark trying to find a way to survive, Skylark, Skylark you struggle to stay alive, because blue skies matches your soul, your heart as pure as gold, gentle breeze flowing with wind, Skylark, Skylark your journey ends
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