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If I were a joyful songbird
All winter long so cold and somber
Spring would make me sing
My voice would ring like tiny bells on scarves of silk
A song as beautiful and pure as mothers milk.
But I am only a child of man
I am only a child of man
Just an innocent child of man
Don’t look so surprised as my eyes
Shine and glow
It’s the sunlight in the skies
That is making me so.
Child of man
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