************************************The
***************************************O
*********************************Bird, that Had
**********************************flown it's
***********************************nest...
*******************************Had, at best,
*****************************yet-attest, and sing
***************************it's song, can not be wrong..
*************************Free again, to strut it's stuff, of affluent color.Alas
*************************Free at last. To fly as roam, @
*********************************home we be
***************************() //alone/? /// $// at peace.///////()
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