Little Bird

This little white bird came to see me. I was just lying there on my bed and his little white bird, like a dove, came. I could see her and hear her wings flapping really fast, fluttering around my heart as if she was cleaning it. So the guitar part, when it gets going, sort of emulates the sound of those wings flapping and cleaning. And at the start, the slower guitar with the beautiful Shakuachi flute represents the bird coming down out of the sky and slowly settling near me.

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