I saw a small bird
sitting on my window-sill
it was so beautiful
it was so beautiful
not conscious the surrounding danger
I admired
I admired
it's coloured wings
and wanted to help
it reminded me
a better world
took me
to my dreamland
neverending land
neverending land
of happines love and peace
with no bad stuff we
with no bad stuff we
have here
I've heard a shoot
it was the last time
I saw this bird
I've heard a shoot
it was the last time
I saw this bird
at least my stomach is full now
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