So my folks display apart
when they see the little Stars...
when the men of drinking bar
sit with tones of bottle stars.
So I fly a little far...
When I see the shiny moon,
So my wings display the fun.
When I feel the scent of rose
so I move from fields to folds...
Then I fly a little far...
When I sleep on scentful leaf
So you think I never live...
Just attempt to move closer;
Then I fly a little far...
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