Birds fly high
So do my hopes
But I don't have wings
So I fly with ropesHigher and higher
I climb and rise
Washing at the sun
And the cloud-filled skies
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Leftovers
PoetryLeftovers Leftovers of me Every story has a piece A piece of my heart
lemme _fly_
Birds fly high
So do my hopes
But I don't have wings
So I fly with ropesHigher and higher
I climb and rise
Washing at the sun
And the cloud-filled skies