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What was done is now undone
What was sung once to the young
A bird that flies past my cage
Of a house through my adolescent stage
The bird of yellow striped in brown
Shades of black and cheeks of round
She perches a branch
She looks around
She takes the breath
Of my silent sound
Her wings open up
Release the breeze
Her face a pause
Her moments freeze
I sit and stare
I wish I was her
Outside the house
Inside the place
That you announced
My nose is smashed up against the glass
My eyelids blink in a moment
Fast
She turns and cocks her head
In despair
The wind that breezes without a care
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