Feb 2013
There's a new bird that's blind,
Who's up and sings at night.
"Poor thing," say the others,
"She doesn't know what's true."
And they lose all their sleep
While she does quite alright.
Who's up and sings at night.
"Poor thing," say the others,
"She doesn't know what's true."
And they lose all their sleep
While she does quite alright.
(Texas)
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