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Pauline Morris May 2016
The blue bird of happiness on my windowsill did sit
Singing me songs of sweet regret
But he doesn't know what it feels like to be blue
He's always happy, but slightly subdued
He only greets the sunshine
He's never tasted pain like mine

The blue bird of happiness hides from the rain
He can pretend it never came
We are quite different that bird and I
For I will never be allowed to touch the sky
The rain is my redemption
While the sun is he's deception
For happiness I know is just an illusion
He is lost in the confusion

— The End —