Listen to my Blue Bird sing,She can tell you why.Deep within her heart she knows all the cryin,just lyin.There she sits a lofty pearch strangest color blue,flying is forgotten now,she thinks of you,just you. Get into all of those blues,must be a thousand hues and each is differently used you just know.She can catagorize by the depth of your eyes,I can tell you no lies shes got soul shes got soul shes got soul... .........Long intstrumental..........Soon shes going to fly a way,Sadness is her own.Give herselfe a bath of tears and go home...And go home.......Buffalo Springfield Blue Bird....By Stephen Stills.............. .........I love that song Bus Stop by the Hollys.Thanks for bringing back memories.

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Sex is one of nine reasons for reincarnation.The other eight are unimportant...Henry Miller