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HER


Her eyes were blue

Like the oceans that I would cross 

To be able to see her face again

 

Her hair was like silk 

That was delicately spun

In the webs of my fingers 

 

I was an Eagle

Released

Soaring above the treetops of freedom

 

But she was a canary

Locked away 

Not allowed to feel the freedom I’ve known for so long

 
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