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When I was just a little girl
I used to say a prayer That God would make me a bird To fly high through the air So I could leave the tortured world That reached to steal my soul... I'd fly somewhere so far away Where the freedom made me whole. Soaring in and out of clouds Id look down on disgarded sorrows Id aim my sights toward the sun to brighten all my tomorrows. My wingspan would capture currents My tail would steer my path When cool rains would shower down Id relax in natures bath, But alas I grew no wings I was grounded on earth you see But I found ways to get away And let my mind be free. |
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that was really nice
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beautiful
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