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| goodnight my feathery lovelyness intwined in such rusted metal wire cage and surrounded by four walls of of solitude, made of cinder. i'll miss you in the morning and all's lost when you fly away from here. flowers wilt and die and slowly fall to mounds of ashes, and we just keep hiding in bed all day until all flowers are dead, and cry and keep me near untill dried flower pedals can hear.Goodbye lost sparrow now i'll miss thee- you won't wake in time. Remember me.....never mind. |
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