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AgeOfInnocence02, page : 4
WHEN I WAS ILL
One day when I was feeling ill
a sparrow flew onto my window sill.
He didn't see me tucked up in bed
as he pecked away at a piece of bread.
I thought of how he could fly
when I, in bed could only lie.
I thought how Allah had made him small
and then of dinosaurs, and giraffes so tall.
I thought of many, many things
One day when I was feeling ill
a sparrow flew onto my window sill.
He didn't see me tucked up in bed
as he pecked away at a piece of bread.
I thought of how he could fly
when I, in bed could only lie.
I thought how Allah had made him small
and then of dinosaurs, and giraffes so tall.
I thought of many, many things