Flutter not the wings before me
To share my lonely nest
Remeber me that I'm a free bird
Soaring to wherever I want
And now my nest is in a poison tree
Where I kissing the rod of my blues
And I kissed the dust at all points
But, yet I ve not lost my Immaculateness
So dont flutter your wings before my eyes
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