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So many a time, that (I)'ve asked a damaged little bird to fix its own wings. I (l)end out a helping hand, when it said it couldn't do so   Then I said, "Go and fly with your new wings." It thanked then left, I found new bliss to see the little bird soaring high ab(ove) the clou(d)s. I knew that it'll be better even witho(u)t me j.m
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Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 8:09 AM UTC
Little Bird
So many a time, that (I)'ve asked a damaged little bird to fix its own wings. I (l)end out a helping hand, when it said it couldn't do so   Then I said, "Go and fly with your new wings." It thanked then left, I found new bliss to see the little bird soaring high ab(ove) the clou(d)s. I knew that it'll be better even witho(u)t me j.m
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Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 8:09 AM UTC
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