“Little bird, little bird, where have you gone?”

Out into the forests where I might dream on.

“Little bird, in your dreams, where will you go?”

Out into the night, where wishes hang low.

“Little bird, little bird, what will you see?”

The desires of children, prey to sword’s wicked sheen.

“Little bird, in mortals’ hand, what will occur?”

My song will be claimed by eternal slumber.

“Little bird, little bird, what of the rest?”

They’ll climb to the heavens, discover my nest.

“Little bird, far from home… What will they find?”

The last strands of Hope untouched by mankind.

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