Listen to my bluebird laugh She can't
tell you why Deep within her heart you
see She knows only crying, just
crying
There she sits, a lofty perch Strangest
color blue Flying is forgotten now She
thinks only of you, just you
So get all those blues Must be a
thousand hues And each is differently
used You just know
You sit there mesmerized By the depth
of her eyes If you could categorize She
got soul, she got soul
Do you think she loves you Do you
think at all
Soon she's going to fly away Sadness
is her own Fill herself a bath of tears And
go home, and go home
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