Little birds fly high
Making sky as their playground
Up & up above
With no limits to touch &am...
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Little birds fly high
Making sky as their playground
Up & up above
With no limits to touch & reach
They enjoy the merry go round in groups
A tiny one left behind
Plays alone
Makes his own circle of rainbow in the sky
He likes it; he admires it
Belives that a day will come when his rainbow colors will shine more & more
And his lonely path will be more renowned... Close