My little flying bird Γράφει η Χριστοπούλου Ροδόπη

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My little flying bird
My little flying bird,
Fly as high as you can and touch the clouds.
Fly high and watch the world under your wings.
I know, you were torn apart from your family.
I know, you were taken away from your home.
But keep your head up and go on.
Watch out for the lightning as you fly through the thunder storm.
Don’t let it break your wings,
Don’t let it stop you flying.
And if you lose some feathers,
Keep up without hesitating.
And if you lose all of your feathers,
Never stop dreaming of your home.
And if the lighting hits you,
Then you will know
That you died proud because you were flying.
And that you never gave up because of the lighting.
My little flying bird, never stop flying!

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