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Published 7 years ago
I fly on the back of a black bird,

soaring high above the ground.

Together we have adventures,

playing as we fly around.

Sometimes I miss the world below,

but I am not welcome there.

So I stay up high with my bird,

We stay up in the air.

From high up I can see you,

I watch you now and then.

You go along like I'm not gone,

but I will be, it's just a matter of when.

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