A Dream of a Little Bird
She flicked and flapped
Her wee wings
From her wee nest, but
She cast one's mind back
She saw her scars
Her wee heart weep out, but
She makes up one's mind
To hang on her dreams
Her dream to fly
She flicked and flapped her wing
From her wee nest
She flew, but
She felt down
Her wee heart hurt, but
She didn't weep down
She makes up one's mind
To hang on her dream
Her dream to fly
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