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Thorn Birds

bloom sae fresh and fair How can ye chant ye little birds And I sae weary fu o' care ? Thou'll break my heart thou'll warblin bird That wantons thro the flowering thorn

a thorn Deliver me I want to see your hands Deliver me From a sea of questions Do you like birds Do you like real big birds Do you like great big birds

need trees to produce oxygen for the planet. Many birds In North America migrate to these forests, on arriving and finding no forest they die. The drop In population of birds

Jesse +Owen+ the money from the weed Bubba +Sparxxx+ They was journeys seen far as he walked in Dick's +Clark+ Jeffery +Lyons+ stuck with a thorn from

poem a tiger with no taste for bone I'm the wonderful, wonderful wizard of waltzing alone And I have been told not by one but two of my brothers that a solitary soul is a thorn

Of my thorn that pierces my heart I won't shed a tear in your memory Vase on the wall that I keep with pride In it the rose like our love has died Bird

sae fresh & fair how can ye chant ye tiny wee birds and i sae weary & nae full o' care ye break me heart; ye birds that sing that warble through the flowery thorn

roses you gave me Fresh deadly roses You gave me the birds in your trees Buzzing around your disease And leaves growling blood hungry leeches And your fresh deadly roses One two three four More thorns

world of brass with you And gladly left the glaring streets To share a bed of grass with you You made the elder burn for me And cut the bird filled thorn