The bright red head of a tiny bird
Peeks up from the bushes
A sweet song of whistling that pierces my ears
and my heart.
And when I see the tiny thing
Making that beautiful noise that I hear
I feel hopeful
For the day to come
For birdsong
Is full
Of hope.
Peeks up from the bushes
A sweet song of whistling that pierces my ears
and my heart.
And when I see the tiny thing
Making that beautiful noise that I hear
I feel hopeful
For the day to come
For birdsong
Is full
Of hope.
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