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Born beautiful, dies the same She's too free to be bound by the shackles of time She follows the sunshine She's too ambiguous to have a name And she'll certainly never ask for mine **** There she goes with the wind Leaving me with nothing but a melancholy grin
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Dec 19, 2021
Dec 19, 2021 at 1:38 PM UTC
The Grosbeak