a lark sang sweeter than ever,
above the mist!oh shiny veil,
of clouds up higher and higher.
He flew above the barren trees,
adown the trees the barren land,
he flew singing 'oh night no breeze',
he thought someone would hear.
He sang aloud and flew up higher,
till he had no strength to reach further,
for drought and cold the mighty flier,
had been forced to retire.
But somewhere above he heard,
the beautiful song of a fellow lark,
all world so far so hard,
meant nothing to him whatsoever.
He gathered up and took off flight,
to reach the waiting singer,
They flew together to reach the bright land,
where they would find the others.
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