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The Cactus Blossoms
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Song of the Bird
Drifting over my head was a sweet melody From a nest high above in the cottonwood tree And to practice the aim of my birthday gun I fired one shot and the song bird was sung
Now I was a hunter without any doubt And as I ran closer I started to shout But no one could hear me for I was alone And mother was calling for me to come home
I knelt in the quiet to study my kill Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Its beautiful wings were lying there still I then realized just what I had done I dropped all my bullets and started to run
Someday I'll return to the old cotton tree And walk through the prairie of my memory The sound of a gun will never be heard And I'll sing along to the song of the bird
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