Fly my little bird...

One eighty days

It ain't much you say
If you count in the seconds and minutes, it still ain't much
Count the number of ticks the clock will take, it still ain't much
Count the number of skipped beats I will miss, is it still not much? 

You fly away my little bird, fly away to a far land, with an artificial beach and no one to look after your back
Fly away, far far away, my sweet little bird, away from me...

When you return, when you return, oh my little bird, I will fly to meet you, greet you, and tell you, the pain, it ain't much, now that you are back.  


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