I’m a lark, and yet, in the morning I feel wise, so I must wake to the sound of the owl asking me this day, “Who, who, who,” and I wonder how the answers will come today.
I’m a lark, and yet, in the morning I feel wise, so I must wake to the sound of the owl asking me this day, “Who, who, who,” and I wonder how the answers will come today.
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You take flight!
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Yes, a lovely flight and now I’ve landed and adjust. :-).
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