A tree then whispered, "Have you heard the lullaby of the hungry bird that nests in me?"
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Every day around noon
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Sings a particularly alluring tune
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That makes me weak
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Hungry bird, tell me why
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I pray and pray and pray that I turn to seed
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One thing that confounds me yet
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Why I just can't let myself be free
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Why sing if you got no one to hear you
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Why fly if you got nowhere to go
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A thousand arms from which you could choose now
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Oh, but hungry bird, claim this bough
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Hungry Bird
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| k.d. lang |
