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Here I am

In my best hat.

I look a bit cross

Because I am a tiny flying jukebox with stars on my wings.

If I want, I can speak your language.

If you look closely enough, you'll see I'm made of rainbows.

When I flock with my family, we can make bird clouds, or bring down an aeroplane. But... you think I am a small brown gawky squawking thing.


One day, you will see the galaxy of stars made of rainbows.

Until then...


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