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Many birds fly swiftly over my head
Their sticks in their beaks to build their homes

My home hasn't been built yet
I am still living in the land of sun and rain

The birds keep passing with their sticks
While I, like a little child my lips are failing to pronounce 'm -y - h- o- m- e'

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