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Birds beneath my window dustying their wings upon the lawn |
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I hear them in the morning light giving last amen to a migratory song |
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They're never looking round for me their eyes are on the sky or the ground below |
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But I'd rather be the one who loves than to be loved and never even know |
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Hello blackbird, hello starling |
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Winter's over, be my darling |
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It's been a long time coming |
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But now the snow is gone |
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You were beautiful when i first saw your feathers and confectionery airs |
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Like the earth it up and promised you the stars but you really didn't care |
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I sang in exultation pulled the stops - you always looked a little bored |
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But I'm singing for the love of it - have mercy on the man who sings to be adored |
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Hello blackbird, hello starling |
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Winter's over, be my darling |
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It's been a long time coming |
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But now the snow is gone |
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I'm underneath your window now - it's long after the birds have gone to roost |
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And I'm not sure if I'm singing for the love of it or for the love of you |
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But I've flown a long way honey hear my confession then I'll go |
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I'd rather be the one who loves than to be loved and never even know |
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Hello brown one, hello blue one |
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Last night's feathers exchanged for new ones |
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Hello blackbird, hello starling |
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Winter's over, be my darling |
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It's been a long time coming |
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But now the snow is gone |
