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When I was a little child, I once found a bird lying on the ground. 
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It would not ever fly again. 
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I held the bird up in my hands, I shed my tears over the lovely song that 
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not longer could be heard. 
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Uhh…..Never learn to fly.   (2x) 
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With dirty hands I dug a hole and gently laid the bird to rest in soil: 
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a wound in the tear stained mud. 
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My tears wore rain as I revealed the secrets of a tree. 
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A cross of bark to speak through wooden grains: 
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Uhh…..Never learn to fly.   (2x)     
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I sang a song which I remembered my grandma used to sing 
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for me, when I was sick and laid in bed. 
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Then I cursed that day for showing me my own mortality 
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for then I knew that all that lives turns cold.       Cold and dead. 
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And.........now time has passed by beneath my wings. 

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kristoffer gildenlow 
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That was then I'm older now, but still I can't forget that rainy day. 

I raged against the ending times, though some day soon my son will maybe 
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find the tree I cleansed of skin. 

No chain-sling will ever climb its rotten limbs. 
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And when the time has come for me to die, I want to lie beside that bird. 
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Uhh…..Never learn to fly.     (4x) 
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When I was a little child, I once found myself dying on the ground 
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and now I'll never ...fly...