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Tiny song bird with folded wing Perched upon the fountain Lovely tune that you shall sing To wake up old man mountain. Like a Lyricist concealed In the leafy boughs of thought, Soothing melodies revealed Before the messenger is sought. I follow your delightful sound Carried by the breeze Hoping you will come around I wait beneath the trees. Fluttering from branch to sky Poetry in your flight Colors dance before my eye Whence I have you in my sight. Little mystic sparrow Gliding on the air Like a silvery arrow With sunlight on you fair From your nest within the tree Dewy leaves and tangled vine You first learned how to hover free High above the earth divine. serfinski
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 4:22 PM UTC
Song bird
Tiny song bird with folded wing Perched upon the fountain Lovely tune that you shall sing To wake up old man mountain. Like a Lyricist concealed In the leafy boughs of thought, Soothing melodies revealed Before the messenger is sought. I follow your delightful sound Carried by the breeze Hoping you will come around I wait beneath the trees. Fluttering from branch to sky Poetry in your flight Colors dance before my eye Whence I have you in my sight. Little mystic sparrow Gliding on the air Like a silvery arrow With sunlight on you fair From your nest within the tree Dewy leaves and tangled vine You first learned how to hover free High above the earth divine. serfinski
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saint pete florida
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 4:22 PM UTC
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