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There was a bird he had to fly
I said hello he said good bye
His feathers were of every shade
His song was everyone i played
He flew in line to meet the sun
And smiled and sang for every one
And when he knew the work was done
Lay down and died where he began
There is a bird he had to sing
For every work means every thing!
