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Birds fighting in mid-air
And all the sky is theirs.
Theirs: all of the sky
Yet they peck another's eye.
Free as a bird...
Or is that just a word?
Oh, to be free
To free myself from me.
Birds fighting in mid-air
And all the sky is theirs.
Theirs: all of the sky
Yet they peck another's eye.
Free as a bird...
Or is that just a word?
Oh, to be free
To free myself from me.