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Fly the Bluebird
Right now the sky is turning into fire, Right now the earth is turning into ash; So slow, the clouds are burning in the embers, So slow the whip will lash. So high will fly the bluebird.
So low will come the rumble from the mountain; So deep will lie the water in the well; So dark will roll the sky at the horizon, So far as I can tell. So high will fly the bluebird.
So young, these little children we are bearing, So young in whom to trust the world to come; So strange, the world is theirs and yours no longer; So strange to be so young. Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com So high will fly the bluebird.
So right to be the start and not the ending, So right to be the one with life to come; So slow in understanding one another; So strange to be so young. So high will fly the bluebird.
Right now the sky is turning into fire, Right now this earth is turning into ash; So slow, the clouds are burning in the embers, So slow the whip will lash. So high will fly the bluebird.
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