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My feathers seem to have taken the brines of the storm They are feeling pretty worn We finally found shelter Tucked away inside a wall Though for now it's pretty small You and me We can make this hole our home We can fill it up with grass and all the things that make it warm When you leave Take off flyin' 'cross the sea I’ll be waiting here With Junior and the flowers that we’ve grown Collecting clumps of sticks and leaves Has left me pretty tired Can I rest with you a while? We snuggle up between the stones Wind blows peacefully There’s no place I’d rather be You and me We can make this hole our home We can fill it up with grass and all the things that make it warm When you leave Take off flyin' 'cross the sea I’ll be waiting here With Junior and the flowers that we’ve grown From Letras Mania