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Sometimes it makes me sad though, you being gone.
I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged.
Their feathers are just too bright.
And when they fly away,
The part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up
does rejoice.
But still the place you live in
Is that much more drab and empty that they’re gone.
I guess I just miss my friend.
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