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you're sitting there on a branch whistling your little song for the world. Little bird you're sitting here by the lake just as I am, watching nature while you sing. Why can I not wonder, as you about the beauty around me on this quiet sunny day? Little bird you sing your song and with it you praise all the wonders of nature present here in the sunshine. |
you're sitting there on your branch watching the world with your eyes not problem-free either and still you sing your happy song. Why can I not like you forget about all my problems and sorrows and for just a moment sing my own sweet praise to the beauty that surrounds me? Why can I not share your optimistic happiness and let myself be lifted to a Heaven far away from all my worries. |
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