I listened to a bird that told me all
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He seemed to make no sense as I recall
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I listened to the bees, their buzzing sounds
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Told nothing of the purpose of their rounds
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The claws that tear, the fangs that bite
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The placid pond, the bird in flight
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The lion stalking 'round his kill
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The flowers purpose on the hill
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I looked out at the trees that gently swayed
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They didn't need to know how they were made
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I wondered if the world kept something hid
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Denied to me, for something that I did
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The claws that tear, the fangs that bite
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The placid pond, the bird in flight
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The lion stalking 'round his kill
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The flowers purpose on the hill
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I listened to a bird that told me all
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He seemed to make no sense as I recall
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So far I haven't heard a songbird sing
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A single verse that told me anything
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The claws that tear, the fangs that bite
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The placid pond, the bird in flight
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The lion stalking 'round his kill
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The flowers purpose on the hill
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Songbird
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