Sitting on a branch, the hawk
Seems regular in size.
He doesn’t reach magnificence
‘Til he takes to the skies.
Seems regular in size.
He doesn’t reach magnificence
‘Til he takes to the skies.
Potential’s sometimes hidden
With the benefits it brings
But for man or beast it’s soon released
With the spreading of one’s wings.
With the benefits it brings
But for man or beast it’s soon released
With the spreading of one’s wings.
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