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I’ve seen many sights,
but not the one I require.
I’ve see many sights:

Sparrows stuck upon barbwire,
on the walls of a Qatari villa.

Pigeons fed beside Caulfield station,
on the charity of a lonely man.

Seagulls starved and fighting,
on the steps of St Paul’s.

I’ve met many
but sung to few.
I’ll meet few and sing to more.

The nest has stirred,
the score is one – and one more.
Be free dear bird,
above mountain, sea, or shore.

One bird,
Two bird,
Three bird,
Four.

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