Sparrow, who is small but proud,
rides the wind, across the field,
drinks some dewdrops and water.
sings a song, and drifts to my window.
Sparrow, who is free and strong,
flies in the sky, through the clouds.
eats the worms and grains.
is someone's devil and someone's angle.
Sparrow,
I don't wanna give you a beautiful cage
and delicious foods.
If I love you,
I should let you be the one you want.
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