Their wings are touching
Three in a row
Their feathers shine
Their eyes they glow
They stand up
They walk away
And then you'll see
The wings aren't theirs.
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Their wings are touching
Three in a row
Their feathers shine
Their eyes they glow
They stand up
They walk away
And then you'll see
The wings aren't theirs.
