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The Bluebird

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Lyrics

Early one morning before the sun had risen,
I heard a bluebird in the fields gaily* sing,
“South winds are blowing, green grass is growing,
We come to herald the merry spring.”

*optional lyrics: merrily, loudly, softly


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