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A Bird in the Wind

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I remember when I would smile.
It would always last awhile.
Whether it be something small
Or something that ended in a drawl
A smile would come to my face.

I remember when I would feel
Something ever so real.
Would make my eyes go wide
Not waiting for the tide
And a smile would come to my face.

I remember when I would try
Just a little bird waiting to fly.

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