Far from the earth below,
Birds fly up high,
If you came to reap the sow
I would want to fly.
Cavities grow on the ground...
While the soil is chewing us,
Waiting for us to fall down,
She's planting new grass.
Birds fly up high,
If you came to reap the sow
I would want to fly.
Cavities grow on the ground...
While the soil is chewing us,
Waiting for us to fall down,
She's planting new grass.
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