If the wild-bird
could speak He'd tell of places you have
been He's been in my dreams And he
knows all the ways of the winds
Polly, come home again Spread your
wings to the wind I feel much of the
pain as it begins
Dreams cover much time Still they
leave blind the will to begin I've searched
for you there And now look for you from
within
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