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Sing Little Bluebird Sing little bluebird,
Lament your lover's curse. Why does Aphrodite toy with you so? What did you do to anger her? Sure she'll start to give you hope And send a man your way. He'll charm you, he'll woo you, And at last you think you'll have your day. But blue skies don't last forever, And soon for you a storm blows in. It batters and beats you and tears you apart Though you don't know for what sin. And so you're left alone again A woman only with her dreams. Cry, my sweet little bluebird... Cry until you once again can sing. |
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