The gentle bird flies the earth
In search of what is right
It glides among the most beautiful things
But never stays the night
Everyone knows this gentle bird
But no one as much as me
The bird; so nice, so naïve
Is trying just to be
Except one day a man came by
Killed the bird and had it stuffed
Because that poor little bird
Was just never quite enough
So until this very day
While every man earns his keep
If you try hard enough
You hear one little bird start to weep
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