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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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