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Oh, you little sparrows on a swaying branch |
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Singing to the cars up on the overpass |
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When you fly away from here take me with you when you go |
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A herd of antelope, a sea of redwood trees |
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Schools of shining fish and a thousand buzzing bees |
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Over winter parking lots the passing geese |
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Rising in the air little dandelion seeds |
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When you fly away from here please don't leave me when you go |
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If I were Jonah tossed into the raging sea |
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I would not fear the whale that came to swallow me |
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Oh, you paper cups rolling down the windy street |
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Oh, you little ants winding through the tangled weeds |
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Where you're going I don't care, take me with you when you go |
