Two Little Birds Sat in a Tree
Two little birds sat in a tree
Their feathers held bits and pieces of old memories
One was young and full of energy
But the other one reminded you of me
She had tired eyes and battle scars
A little smile masking a broken heart
But her spirit was free
So she still reminded you of me
She was young, but she felt old
She was young, but she felt done many lifetimes ago
She was pretty, but she had to be
Does she still remind you of me?
The other one reminds me of you
Because he didn’t know what she was going through
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