The bird left the trees
And wonder unsteadily along thin breeze
Their flight was to cross a wall
Thorn by wars and take peaceful vows
Soon they depart
In a cold day and chill breath
They took all for their journey
Last they took was love
Some through wingfield hugs
And some felt it when they kissed
Spread wide their wings
Counted one, two then of they sang
For fortune first of all
That fate should not let them fall
All they sang all the way
The rain beat their wings
And soak them
The wing ruffled their wings
And weary them
But the made it through thick clouds
Now there was no staring back
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