

Little birdlittle bird fled its flowering nest in search of freedom it shrilled high whistling notes at best twisting and twirling, feeling thrilledLittle bird
eternal fame in sight
for he knew its youthful age
would forestall a motherly rage so it climbed a perilous height
singing like a Chinese nightingale
the little changeling showed its colours repeated the song in muffled murmurs for as a sparrow it was meant to fail
although heroic, little ones heavenly ways proudly struck mother bird
but it wasnt time nor place for the feathered reb
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I don't care, I'm still free
You can't take the sky from me
~ssm-deviants
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