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Birds on High
I saw birds
flying high
in the sky.
I wanted to
join them but
I can't fly.
Sometimes I feel
low, and I
just want to cry.
My smile, for
you see it
is fake.
Cause my soul
it surely
does ache.
I look for
a glimpse of
peace, ...
Monday 24th June 2013 6:35 pm
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