The gold ducks sit in the daylight
And watch the two little boys
They are as still as the trees around them
But their shadows dance with lighting
The ducks do not want to be
A reminder of that beloved book
They do not want to stand in those cement prisons
Surrounded by those grassy oceans
They want to be free of those gentle cages
And swim in the sun with those sweet ducklings.
And watch the two little boys
They are as still as the trees around them
But their shadows dance with lighting
The ducks do not want to be
A reminder of that beloved book
They do not want to stand in those cement prisons
Surrounded by those grassy oceans
They want to be free of those gentle cages
And swim in the sun with those sweet ducklings.
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