The birds they sang at break of day
"Start again," I hear them say
It’s so hard to just walk away (sigh)
The birds they sang, all a choir
"Start again" a little higher
It’s a spark in a sea of grey
Paul and I had a lovely little road trip yesterday, first to Wetiskiwin to the south of Edmonton, where we met an affable native fellow and a small red
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