Birds In My Tree

Open the door, man

Let all the good air come in

Freshen the flowers, woman

For there are no more sins in

Hand me my bag, Frederick

Stretch out your mind, feel good

Utopia's at my doorstep

Come, there is no more hatred

Come live a better life

All is what you strive for

And now there are many birds in my tree

Open your eyes to it

First please, then wide

Raise up your arms higher

We have a reason to fly

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