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Mar 2015
I see a bright red bird
silently glide past the lake
and try to follow it
I didn't know that it was a mistake

I see a bright red bird
fly into a forest dark
I did not know right then
that it would steal my heart

I see a bright red bird
disappear from sight
and waited for hours
then decided to stay the night

I look for the bright red bird
and eventually fall asleep
now I can soar and fly
but I'm still confined in a daydream.
Porter Olsson
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Porter Olsson  U.S.A.
(U.S.A.)   
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   David Ehrgott
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