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You don't have to be old to be wiseA bird does not wait till it dies to flyEmptiness is not for meFill me up and spill over meSee your soul, open your eyesFrom inside your soul comes shiningYou don't have to be old to be wiseDon't you hear the baby cryin'You don't have to be old to be wiseA bird does not wait till it dies to flyEmptiness is not for meFill me up, fill me up, spill over meIwoya, Iwoya, Iwoya... From Letras Mania