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BLUEBIRD R.: My Bluebird flies
high Breaks through the
clouds, crosses the sky His home is up there Far from the earth in
the air Once he was bound Dragged to the ground Fettered and locked
in a cage (I feel) Now You are
free Aiming the sun,
passing the sea Rising, gliding,
falling Riding the waves of
the winds R.: My Bluebird flies
high Breaks through the
clouds, crosses the sky His home is up there Far from the earth in
the air
My Bluebird flies high
Breaks through the clouds, crosses the sky
His home is up there
Far from the earth in the air |