Little Bird

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Blood-shot eyes

Cry, little one, cry

Your giggles and chuckles

Died down, forgotten

Your cheeks are stained

Little droplets of tears

Quivering lips in fear

Take a rest now, my dear

Be free now, little soul

Close thy eyes in peace as you fly up to the sky.

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