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There lies a Girl the grass tickles her skin The chirps of the crickets in her ears looks to the sky And there... There are the birds Birds are her favorites They play with the wind like a friend With one beat of their wings to new heights With happy twittering everyone likes The whole world is theirs The girl sighs looks to the empty wheelchair next to her Birds are her favorites
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Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 6:15 AM UTC
Birds are her favorites
There lies a Girl the grass tickles her skin The chirps of the crickets in her ears looks to the sky And there... There are the birds Birds are her favorites They play with the wind like a friend With one beat of their wings to new heights With happy twittering everyone likes The whole world is theirs The girl sighs looks to the empty wheelchair next to her Birds are her favorites
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Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 6:15 AM UTC
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