A child's hair blows in the breeze, while a bluebirds song sings in the trees, with golden hair and skin so fair, the child swings through the air, while the bluebird brings a note to bare, and the child swings without a care, near the bluebirds lofty treetop lair, the child swings as the bluebird sings, and the whistling wind like heavenly wings, carries the child through the breeze
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