I have glittering eyes at every corner
Here I put to see my bird sooner
At the midst of blind hunters
Opening the cage for the lass to dwell
A made a decision not to keep a hen
When I picture the sky with my pen
As I blow through doors and windows of odeon
I see nothing but wings of this alien
She once kicked her wings non straight
But now she is here propelling in my heart
So my eagle Will settle in this little nest
Because in so many flocks she is the best
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