There was a bird
A bird with bright feathers
He won the love of many
He won the love of all
Each color
Each feather
A stolen treasure
From someone else who loved him
There was a bird
A bird with dark feathers
She once was as bright as him
She once was brighter than him
He stole her color
Causing her shame
Causing her loss
The colorless bird sat on her own
Singing her beautiful songs on a wire
Her call drew many to her
Many others
Who had their colors stolen
All together
Their colors returned
Stolen back from the thief
Don't let anyone steal your color
Don't let any **** birds steal your pretty feathers
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 2:37 PM UTC
There was a bird
A bird with bright feathers
He won the love of many
He won the love of all
Each color
Each feather
A stolen treasure
From someone else who loved him
There was a bird
A bird with dark feathers
She once was as bright as him
She once was brighter than him
He stole her color
Causing her shame
Causing her loss
The colorless bird sat on her own
Singing her beautiful songs on a wire
Her call drew many to her
Many others
Who had their colors stolen
All together
Their colors returned
Stolen back from the thief
Don't let anyone steal your color
Don't let any **** birds steal your pretty feathers
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