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You who hover far above us
You the bird, you who laugh at the poor, go
You bird, don't you think we're a little crazy
Of wanting too much in the century of the jealous
You who are made of almost nothing at all
You the bird, you who know the great secret of wolves
You the bird, my love is so distant, lost up there
That one beautiful sunny day, you will fly the bird
Look for him up there for me
The birds of the morning are the flowers of the Good Lord
My God, what a morning that lights up my eyes
My companion flies by, go, go
Whether I live or die, you laugh and I cry
You who are made of almost nothing at all
You the bird, you who know the great secret of wolves
You the bird, my help depends only on you the bird
Because on the appointed day, you will take me the bird
With you up there forever
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