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by @TrashPanda

He is a bird he's made to fly without a care he soars in the sky The stars in the sky A pretty shade His love for them Will never fade He sings his song A happy tune but quiet now there's danger soon his big mistake his guard let down broken and battered with blood all around he's silent now his melody gone they take him away he's just a pawn
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