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Hey, little birdie, catching my eye
Sing little sweet things into this mind
And tug at my darker side
Fly to the bed where we are confined
Combing the cancers out of our lives
Oh, harness your song with mine
And whose tongue gave you life but mine?
Sing, Little Birdie was written by Jonathan Meiburg.