915
a
little
bird, me
a
bird wants into my other world
tells
a window so from winter
into
any story
see
rounds in it
like
generations come
and
come again
be
tribe
I
am
and
sing so
can't
be helped
together
we fly under the radar
all
this
so
slow
I
am to say
this
is our poem
you
read
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