The little yellow birds, Do they cry for me, Or do they cry with happiness ? They look down on me with tiny eyes, Do they see my tears? They seem to flutter by so carelessly, Do they hope I have some seeds ? They land beside me without any fear, Do they see my tears ? There is the open sky where a warm breeze blows, Still the birds stay close by me. Do they want some hair to make a nest for spring, Or do they want to dry my tears ?
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