Birds
Watching birds fly high in the sky;
Oh why, oh why, can I not fly?
The freedom they have is clear to see.
They do as they please and they seem to be free.
I wish I could be up there on cloud nine,
Above the world, flying so high.
They dash and dart and they swoosh so sublime,
Way up there in the great blue sky.
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