Once in the woods slept a maiden

Pretty flowers in her hair

And as I approached she awakened

In the darkest of all despair

I asked her, "What have you been dreamin'?

Pretty maiden, please tell me."

She said that she had been a bluebird

Flying high and flying free

And, oh, for the birds in the sky

She felt like she wanted to fly

But something inside held her on the ground

It was all around like birds in the sky

I told her there's nothing to flying

Just as long as you are free

But I will say that there's no denying

There is no one who flies like me

She asked me just what I was saying

Was I playing with her mind?

I said that it's not like the bluebird

This is one, yes one of a kind

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