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as i sat underneath the tree considering nothinga tiny bird fell down to me, to eat, to fly, or singi took him home with me and fed him what he cried for, 'til his feathers shookand he got oldersinging, laughing, restless, olderone day the cage stood empty, like i had always knownmy tiny bird had taken flight, leaving me alonei sat under the tree and crieduntil i felt a touch upon my shouldergentle, loving, different, older From Letras Mania