When Hope Turns Sour
Once in a lifetime Or twice under the sun
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Why The Bird Sings
Early each morn, He parts his beak to let out a melody not of mourn,
By The River
A lush green ascension by the hill side, An open house for two love birds with no nest,
She Says
Hey James, Jane called, she said she had lots to tell,