The birdsong is music
Drifting through morning air
I wonder how they live
How they love
How they speak each other’s names
They sing so tenderly
Surely they know
We are listening, too

The birdsong is music
Drifting through morning air
I wonder how they live
How they love
How they speak each other’s names
They sing so tenderly
Surely they know
We are listening, too
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