When I was young
I listened to the birds singing
Early in the dawn
As the sun rises
Another day, another challenge
Life beckons
Still bleary-eyed
From sleep incomplete
Looking out the window
The birds still carolling
I rubbed my eyes
Wondering, was life just a boring cycle?
Oh, the dreariness of it all
A to Z, the circle cycles
Not an inch, not an inch
Any different from one to another
When I was young
I listened to the birds singing
Early in the dawn
The same old songs
The same old songs
The same old songs
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