Wing
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Rebecca Navarre
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Cry little birdie, then sing. Let it
out, as loud as you can. First comes
winter, then spring. Snow will be
melting. The brooks'll be babbling.
After natures done napping. Life'll
be tapping, ever so. And calling at
the window. Know you won't wanna go..
But, you should feel some better then.
For a moment, I'll look at you, close
my eyes, let the breeze in. And know,
you'll find the wind again..
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