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bluebird sings in the morning, wakes me with his voice. he left with no such warning, not a word, no noise. pretty bluebird, come back. i miss your beautiful sound. i'm waiting for your attack. someday you will be found.
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Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 1:08 PM UTC
bluebird
bluebird sings in the morning, wakes me with his voice. he left with no such warning, not a word, no noise. pretty bluebird, come back. i miss your beautiful sound. i'm waiting for your attack. someday you will be found.
liz-carlson
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Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 1:08 PM UTC
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