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To **** a bird is to **** his song, so now we wait and now we long. For without his music how can we dance? How can our love ever stand a chance?
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Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 11:54 PM UTC
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To **** a bird is to **** his song, so now we wait and now we long. For without his music how can we dance? How can our love ever stand a chance?
Mooseman55
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Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 11:54 PM UTC
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