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Little bird make a nest,
make a nest and fly away,
but I will write you every
day. Can’t you please just
sweetly stay, little bird
of mine?
Little bird love me there,
love me there and everywhere
I am naked broken bare
in your pocket (if you dare
to reach inside).
Little bird I am at war
I am at war, I am at war
I cannot take it any more,
my heart and brain are
inhumane, atrocities abound.
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