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I was a child, and you, an injured swan, resting by the lake I skipped stones on. My parents didn't notice when I took you in. Children don't have much, but I thought that all I had was enough To heal you. So, under the cover of night, I wrapped my sleeves around your wounds And you wrapped your wings over mine. But everyone knows that mere children Cannot care for a living being All by themselves - All by myself. And my tiny room was nothing Compared to the skies and lakes That you loved. They say children are observant - at least I saw your sadness, so I took you Back To the lake where we first met and there I told you To fly. I was a child, and you, a graceful swan, soaring from the lake I skipped stones on.
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Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 10:02 AM UTC
child and swan
I was a child, and you, an injured swan, resting by the lake I skipped stones on. My parents didn't notice when I took you in. Children don't have much, but I thought that all I had was enough To heal you. So, under the cover of night, I wrapped my sleeves around your wounds And you wrapped your wings over mine. But everyone knows that mere children Cannot care for a living being All by themselves - All by myself. And my tiny room was nothing Compared to the skies and lakes That you loved. They say children are observant - at least I saw your sadness, so I took you Back To the lake where we first met and there I told you To fly. I was a child, and you, a graceful swan, soaring from the lake I skipped stones on.
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ryuseikari
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 10:02 AM UTC
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