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I am the Bird

I am the bird, I sing in my mind
I live happily, the best of my kind
I sing for all that flies, and I fly
I sing for the trees and I cry

I like the life of the bird,
Of its taste, my poem sings
When I taste it, my tong burns
From one tree to another

I sing about my life
A golden cage would not fit me
I saw the hunter
Standing in front of me

I do frrr, frrr,
and I continue singing
How lovely, how lovely she is
Oh my dad, have pity on me
 
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Copyright 2008 Emile Tubiana