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Pigeons Living Dreams In The Sun’s Warm Beams
In a lively city, Where the food smells gritty, Pebbles struts on high, With a gleam in her eye, Belting
In a lively city, Where the food smells gritty, Pebbles struts on high, With a gleam in her eye, Belting
Perched high on a branch, Tambourine the Pigeon takes a stance. With feathers bright and bold, In colors green and
Stand strong in the Lord, His strength is our sword. For battles unseen, In shadows they glean. Not flesh that
As the sun sank low, Golden hues did glow. Rock the Pigeon stood, In his rooftop hood. With a mic