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Meadowlark, fly your way down, I hold a cornucopia and a golden crown for you to wear upon your fleece'd gown. Ah meadowlark, sing to me. Hummingbird, just let me die, Inside the broken holes of your olive eyes. I do believe you gave it your best try. Ah hummingbird, sing to me. Hmm. Ah hummingbird, sing to me. Don't believe a word that I haven't heard; Little children laughin' at the boys and girls; The meadowlark singin' to you each and ev'ry day; The archon on the hillside and the market in the hay. Ooo. (Thanks to Wyatt for these lyrics) From Letras Mania