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sometimes it's hard to tell the truth from a lie;
nobody knows what's in the hold of your mind.
we are all buildings and people inside,
never know who'll walk through the door;
is it someone that you've met before?

little bird,
little bird,
brush your gray wings on my head.
say what you said, say it again,
they tell me I'm crazy
but you told me I'm golden.

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This is a very Camille song.

[link]
This is a very Camille poem.

HI I FINALLY DID A COLORED PICTURE OF HER EVEN THOUGH IT'S REALLY SIMPLE STFU I DID IT IN TWENTY MINUTES HI

Description
sometimes it's hard to tell the truth from a lie;
nobody knows what's in the hold of your mind.
we are all buildings and people inside,
never know who'll walk through the door;
is it someone that you've met before?

little bird,
little bird,
brush your gray wings on my head.
say what you said, say it again,
they tell me I'm crazy
but you told me I'm golden.

[link]
This is a very Camille song.

[link]
This is a very Camille poem.

HI I FINALLY DID A COLORED PICTURE OF HER EVEN THOUGH IT'S REALLY SIMPLE STFU I DID IT IN TWENTY MINUTES HI