Like a bird, she is singing, like a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiird...

Joy of the morning,
The river is flowing,
There's a silvery way
O'er the crystalline bay.

To the notes of thy flute,
The shady groves yearning,
My thoughts of thee bring me,
Sweet memories thrilling.

Like a bird I am singing,
Like a bird, like a bird…

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