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Birds
Sitting at my window
And falling all apart,
I'm praying that those birds
Will fly into my heart.
Carry me, far away
Soar up into the sky
It isn't fair those birds up there
How do they fly
And falling all apart,
I'm praying that those birds
Will fly into my heart.
Carry me, far away
Soar up into the sky
It isn't fair those birds up there
How do they fly
Published 9th Oct 2012
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9th Oct 2012 6:34pm
9th Oct 2012 8:53pm
thanks, hmm, i think when i wrote it i was feeling a bit like a child, wanting, or needing even, someone to look after me
9th Oct 2012 11:04pm
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- Edited 7th Sep 2022 7:45pm
13th Apr 2018 8:56pm
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