Watch a blue bird flutter
Watch it over the gutter
He'll fly to begin
Something we call: Imagine
Watch them sing and dance
Under a soft trance;
We like to call dream,
Under the moon's beam
For all his life he will fly
Believing that he won't die
Unless he neglects his flight
To the eternally bright light
Until one day he descends
To the earth's bitter ends
Giving his wings an inflammation.
Don't worry just keep in mind: This is imagination
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 12:14 AM UTC
Watch a blue bird flutter
Watch it over the gutter
He'll fly to begin
Something we call: Imagine
Watch them sing and dance
Under a soft trance;
We like to call dream,
Under the moon's beam
For all his life he will fly
Believing that he won't die
Unless he neglects his flight
To the eternally bright light
Until one day he descends
To the earth's bitter ends
Giving his wings an inflammation.
Don't worry just keep in mind: This is imagination
Xilhouette © 2010
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