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I learnt to fly like an Indian Myna |
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I remembered being left alone |
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She rushed ahead and I followed behind her |
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When all I wanted was to go back home |
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That's why that storm that's ragging |
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It might ask nice but sometimes it takes you by force. |
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I still don't know, if I should intervene. |
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Or let nature, take it's course. |
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Build a nest for an Indian Myna |
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In a box with some holes to breath |
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On a door step on a apartment |
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If you kept me, I would never leave |
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It's not a problem I've considered |
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From getting lost, trying to make out the source |
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I still don't know, if I should intervene. |
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Or let nature, take it's course. |
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Come on, I'll take you under violence |
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Got to decide if any trace of remorse |
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I still don't know, if I should intervene. |
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Or let nature |
