I want to say something to you,

'Cause I think I see through you,

But my words are like BIRDS, they go their own way.

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I want to say what I feel,

What I often conceal;

I can't hold what my soul wants to say.

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You've heard love is simple,

But it's only brought pain;

The winter has touched you, but the spring has brought rain.

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When your ship has been shattered

And your love has been scattered,

Like wild geese that touch down, but don't stay.

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You think that nothing is free;

Raise your head and you'll see

That the leaves are unfolding today.

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Will you let me inside?

Or will we both hide

And watch while the BIRDS fly away?