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Up high up
There was a bird
Who sung her heart out to the world

Though she was misunderstood
The sun would rosy
And the city would flood

Of pretty

When August came around
I was too blind to see
The starlings in the moonlight
Or the larks upon the trees
The worry on the faces
Of those stood at my

The wheezin' starlings and the dashin' foam
Down by Smuggler's Bay the pines turn scarlet and gold
I used to sit there and play my guitar when I was fifteen