the sun came up
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up above the sea
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the streaming clouds
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tore into my tranquility
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out my window
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I could see
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a bird drop down
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on the branches of my apple tree
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everyday the bluebird comes down
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and stares at me for hours
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can't figure out if he brings me luck
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or if he's trying to tear me down
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I bought a rifle
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with a bushnell scope
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knowing the answer would be
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to see if he's calm or frightful
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the sun rose up
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over the sea
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I staked out and waited
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like so many gunmen before me
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everyday the bluebird comes down
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and stares at me for hours
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can't figure out if he brings me luck
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or if he's trying to tear me down
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he saw my gun, he stared
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right into my eyes, I fired
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his body exploded
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and feathers fell all over my lawn
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Up Above The Sea
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| John Vanderslice |
