I had a bird in the hand,
was told to keep it closed because no one knows,
what that bird thinks it deserves,
sing to me please,
because I need to know what isn't so,
so I can dream in coloured schemes,
round and round we go,
where it stops no one really knows,
I'll keep you low,
so no one will know,
I had a bird in the hand,
was told to keep it closed because no one knows,
what that bird think it deserves,
sing to me please,
because I need to hear what isn't clear,
so I know enough not to hold it near,
round and round we go,
where it stops no one really knows,
I'll let you go,
with a greater hope

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