Alone the bird flies
To a nest on a tall tree.
She knows where home is.
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there is love in wing β trust the wind and the direction π
graphs of my Universe
Alone the bird flies
To a nest on a tall tree.
She knows where home is.
β-
there is love in wing β trust the wind and the direction π
Thereβs a song to sing
With no other notes but Do,
In two tones: high, low.
β-
keep doing it in high and low
If time tells the truth,
What time is it? Light is dim,
Only silhouette
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it takes time to colour
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