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There once was a young bird, he was plain as could be

He looked like any other, that much i could see

And i'd written him off, untill i was proved wrong

The day that this bird started singing his song.

And a freedom i've not felt since i was a boy

Overtook my whole being, i was filled with joy

But then i became worried, that the bird would not stay

So i cornered him, caged him up, locked him away.

I said,"Sing me the song you sang moments ago,

it made me feel happy and made my heart flow"

But he looked at me sadly and his eyes, they turned bleek

And there was not a sound coming out from his beek.

So tried to entice him to get him to sing

But he seemed to be sad, though he had everything

And as the weeks passed, he looked worse everyday

he seemed to be dying, yet still i would say,

I'd say,"Sing me that old song that you sang before

it's been so long i don't know anymore

just how the tune went, won't you sing it for me?

And if it had words tell me what would they be?"

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And then the time came

when the bird passed away

but he told me the words to his song on that day

He said...

"The song that i wrote...

the one i shared with you...

it was a song about freedom that i hold so true

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And i'd sing you the song but my freedom is gone

and now i am dying but soon i'll journey on

to a place where those sweet notes will be heard again

and my song about freedom i'll sing for you then."

Ohhhhhhhhhh

I said,"Forgive me dear God for this wrong i have done

my selfish heart took the life of this one

But i pray that one day i will join him and then

i'll hear that sweet song of freedom again

i'll hear that sweet song of freedom again

i'll hear that sweet song of freedom again

i'll hear that sweet song of freedom again.

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