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Jan 29
There is a bird I hold inside,
she’s very dear to me.
I hold her deep and hold her tight
so close that most don’t see.

She’s small and meek and gentle
as an August’s tender breeze.
She’s proud and strong and fierce
as an eagle in the trees.

She sings a song from deep inside
so softly most don’t hear.
But there are some so close
in love they listen and draw near.

She’s a shimmering mirage -
different each time you see.
Free to wander free to change
as swiftly as the sea.

She changes as we walk through life
sometimes good, sometimes bad
But she always carries memories
Of the good times that we’ve had.

Soaring high above the clouds,
her spirit flying free,
with her wings she holds aloft
a little piece of me.
Lorrin
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Lorrin  21/F
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