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Jun 2012
Fly
When i look up at the sky I see birds fly by 
Real high, real high they fly by
With wings they sore 
With flight they climb
They chirp and sing as they glide
Up in the sky way up high 
In a happy bliss they sway 
In the trees they lay
When I look up at the sky I see birds fly by 
Real high, real high thy fly by
Diana
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