In bitter reverie.
I am a whole bird,
trying to stay free.
Caught in mid-flight,
I don't know where to turn.
I wish to go out tonight,
it is what I yearn.
Moonbird, moonbird,
you flock the world,
gentle word,
feathers unfurled.
I don't know where to turn.
I wish to go out tonight,
it is what I yearn.
Moonbird, moonbird,
you flock the world,
gentle word,
feathers unfurled.
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