Death of a Pet Bird.
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And so, you’re flying,
Higher than you’ve ever done before,
Leaving behind the dust of this ground,
Spreading your emerald wings,
Wider than you've ever done before.
As you feel the wind caress,
Leaving behind years you've spent,
You'll find your place in the sky,
Among those fluffy clouds.
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