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The old oak tree had roots so far down in the ground |
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I fell from it and hit the dirt without a sound |
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I dreamt at night of growing wings so |
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I could fly |
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A caterpillar to a moth before |
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I dieI plodded through, ordinarily earthbound |
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I knew my feet could never leave the ground |
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I went about my way, unsteady and afraid |
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How could |
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I know I was headed for this day? |
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All the seconds |
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And the minutes |
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And the hours |
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And the days |
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And the weeks |
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And the months |
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And the years of my life |
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It was all worth it |
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To be here now |
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I'm a hummingbird |
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Floatin' tree to tree |
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I'm a hummingbird |
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Beautiful and free |
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The old oak tree was dead; |
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I had to cut it down |
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The sapling roots were new and sprouting through the ground |
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New worlds were taking shape, unseen and unknown |
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A branch to rest upon |
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A place to call my own |
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Something had changed, and |
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I'm not sure how or why |
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I wasn't dreaming; |
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I was awake, |
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I was alive |
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Gave up the ghost; he had nothing left to say |
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But it was him who brought me to this day |
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All the seconds |
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And the minutes |
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And the hours |
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And the days |
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And the weeks |
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And the months |
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And the years of my life |
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It was all worth it |
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To be here now |
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I'm a hummingbird |
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Floatin' tree to tree |
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I'm a hummingbird |
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Beautiful and free |