In between my memories
There is a little bird
A bird who speaks his very name
In between our little games

And in between our little games
We run off together to hide
From life and death
To a warm place of laugh

To love and learn
Forgive and forget
In between our bedtime
We run and hide from crime

We run under the moon
And through the stars
Just to turn around
And run off home again



 
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