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Hello little bird,

Hello to you,

They tell me that I can't see you,

But I see your color,

It is blue.

 

Hello little bird,

Hello to you, 

they told me something to new today,

they told me i couldnt hear you,

but i still dont understand,

exactly what they mean because,

i can hear you sing every morning.

 

Hello little bird,

Hello to you, 

They told me your where my mind playing  tricks on me,

But i don't understand because they rarely see me, 

so how would they know. 

 

Hello little bird,

Hello once again,

They told me i wouldn't hear you,

or ever see you again,

They cired with many tears,

and many people wept,

as if they had just seen their last year, 

why little bird, why?

What makes them so sad,

during this lovely time of year.

 

Tell me next time little bird,

that light keeps telling me come near,

it looks like much fun,

i also see my grandparents waiving,

they are also saying come near.

 

 

 

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