when i was small i
was
leia the bird
i drew a picture (and)
today
i found it.
i
lost it, and i
didn't pass the test.
i
miss you
like poultry (and) i
feel
foul (oh) sooooo down
and
wishing i could fly
i like
to be high,
to be far away and above (the words)
you
say
and this wild hope
of
falling in love...
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