one two three and more
as the wind flows through the tree lines
the leaves fall to the floor
where bluebirds sit upon the branches
and perch and sing their song
no two sounds alike in laughter
show how my heart will get along
a flight above the neighborhood
a view that changed the world
more than a mystery
but more than a dream
life is but my own to hold
a flower grown at the end of the world
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