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Birdie
Birdie, Birdie, in the tree Take a message to my love for me Till one day we will meet By his side I’ll take my seat Birdie, Birdie, Please find the one That has always been meant to come Tell him I have a sweet, sweet kiss And will fill our hearts with bliss Birdie, Birdie, tell the man To be with us and take a stand I have babies who needs him so To be safe, happy, and safe to grow Birdie, Birdie tell the one who’s in God’s plan To be forever my loving man By Ida Matilda Wright 10-31-07
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