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Bird flew by
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And wondered, wondered why
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She was white
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And ought to stay up in the sky
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From the air she could wonder
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For the reason
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What's the point of a year
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Or a season
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Your life flies away
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As the night turns to day
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If you start once to think
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Your hair will soon turn grey
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But one would like to wonder
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For the reason
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What's the point of a year
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Or a season
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The list of fallen stars
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And crumbled, broken hearts
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Comes from a need
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To play so many parts
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But one would like to wonder
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For the reason
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What's the point of a year
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Or a season
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The wind and the rain
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Shook hands again
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Untouched by the world
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They managed to keep sane
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They were able to wonder
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For the reason
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What's the point of a year
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Or a season
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Bird flew by
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And wondered, wondered why
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She was white
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And ought to stay up in the sky
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From the air she could wonder
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For the reason
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What's the point of a year
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Or a season
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Bird flew by
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Nick Drake |