Mother, your children are like birds,
Their wings have fluttered into the distance.
Mother, to the bright and native chamber,
Soon we shall return once more.
Searching for Colour. If this feeling had a colour what would it be?
Mother, your children are like birds,
Their wings have fluttered into the distance.
Mother, to the bright and native chamber,
Soon we shall return once more.
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