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The Birds

I see a women in a beautiful gown
twirling around and around and around
The snow is glistening in the mid-morning air
As she sings and she dances without any care
The birds of the air and the birds of the ground
Make beautiful melodies so that grace may abound
They watch over her as the day starts to pass
And she continues to leap and to run and to laugh
Though years may pass and seasons may turn
She is there happily among the feathers of birds
And now she sits on the steps of her home
Watching a little girls dance begin to unfold



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