Birds In The Morning...
You have got,
Open up your wings,
I do not know how you whistle to sing,
Opening my eyes,
I got up,
Still yawning once in the door,
And a spot of sunshine in my chest,
My work is waiting,
I see you first sand cave,
Barren of trees across the city,
Is there a fat worm for your worm,
Or a piece of bread, rotten,
And petty school children,
Your income,
For me this town is too small for you,
But you are just,
Sejumput meat,
So confident,
Your wings a little ...
KIMORA JEAN
Open up your wings,
I do not know how you whistle to sing,
Opening my eyes,
I got up,
Still yawning once in the door,
And a spot of sunshine in my chest,
My work is waiting,
I see you first sand cave,
Barren of trees across the city,
Is there a fat worm for your worm,
Or a piece of bread, rotten,
And petty school children,
Your income,
For me this town is too small for you,
But you are just,
Sejumput meat,
So confident,
Your wings a little ...
KIMORA JEAN
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