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I have seen the lark soar high at mornTo sing up in the blueI have heard the blackbird pipe its tuneThe thrush and the linnet too.But there's none of them can sing so sweetMy singing bird as youMy singing bird as youAnd I would climb the high, high treeAnd I'd rob the wild bird's nestAnd I'd bring back my singing birdTo the arms that I love the best.But there's none of them can sing so sweetMy singing bird as youMy singing bird as you Aus Songtexte Mania