Nhạc sĩ: Grace Cummings | Lời: Grace Cummings
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Magpie flies
above
the trees
and turns my head toward
the sun
Drops of rain
upon the leaves
fall off one by one
in the breeze
above the hills
to the waves and refuge called
with water of green and red
it grows
I'm sorry friends, I seem to have
fallen right through the earth
Seems to have happened when I was wishing I was a bird
that flies
