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Beneath the clouds, |
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across the seasons in the wild, |
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lived a lonely girl, with a torn paper bird. |
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She was breathing in the frozen wind, |
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singing in the haze and waiting for a fortune teller and missing her father... |
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Standing by a river, was a weeping willow, |
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there lived an old man, blind and alone... |
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He was breathing in the frozen wind, |
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folding flying paper doves, dreaming... |
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that one day his Izzy would bring a dove back home. |
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Izzy, look around, there's a flying swirling bird. |
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He's hanging overhead and waiting for your hand. |
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But Izzy only saw a flying paper crow, |
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She ran to the sun and screamed into the wind. |
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She was crying so deeply, |
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dreaming of a father bird, |
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breathing so slowly, |
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freezing near a weeping willow...alone |
