If the wild-bird could speak
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He'd tell of places you have been
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He's been in my dreams
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And he knows all the ways of the winds
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Polly, come home again
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Spread your wings to the wind
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I fell much of the pain
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As it begins
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Dreams cover much time
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Still they leve blind the will to begin
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I searched for you there
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And now look for you within
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Polly, come home again
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Spread your wings to the wind
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I fell much of the pain
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As it begins
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Polly, come home again
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Spread your wings to the wind
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I fell much of the pain
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As it begins
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Polly
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The Walkabouts |