Skylark
Your brown wings carry you
Soaring in heights of blue
Yet I still hear your sweet song
And it carries me along
Oh, I’m so far away
I wish that I could stay
Studying your daily flight
To be always in my sight
So lingering I’ll smile
Across these many miles
As in a childlike spring
“Alouette” to sing
To my friend in feathers
Resting there in heathers
Your song will ever seem
A sweet sound in this dream
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