BIRDS IN THE SKY

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                                 I can see them with my eye.

                    I see them out my window.  I watch them go.

                                      I watch them fly.        

                       I watch them pass by.                  

                                     Wow, they are high.

                                      I wish I could fly.

                                      They fly in a line.

                                    They are all so fine.

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