Meadowlark, fly away down
I hold a cornucopia and a golden crown
for you to wear upon your fleece'd gown

A meadowlark sing to me

Hummingbird, just let me die
Inside the broken holes of your olive eyes.
I do believe you gave it your best try

A hummingbird sing to me

Mmmmmmm...

A hummingbird sing to me

Don't believe a word that I haven't heard,
Little children laughin' at the boys and girls,
The meadowlark singin' to you each and every day,
The archon on the hillside and the market in the hay.

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