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The Song Bird


Can you make the song bird sing
She fell from flight with a broken wing
Upon falling, her heart was broke
Your lovingkindness, her spirit woke
With her wing her heart was mended
With your love her sorrow ended
Now she chirps as true love waits
Now she sings as true love makes
her alive and makes her free
She is soaring upon the breeze
She is dancing through the air
On the edge of compassion
You'll find her there
Over the mountains and desert springs
Love awoke and now she dreams
On your branch she finds her rest
A pounding warmth inside her chest
The little chirps, once so small
Now she bellows loud for all

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