Beautiful bird felt and stopped breathing
Her small warm heart stopped beating
Big invisible tears froze in her eyes
No one knew the reason she cries
The bird has flied up to highly
Like she wanted to reach the paradise
But she could handle thunder hardly
Now she's alone and no one would memorise
No one needed this small bird before
No one needed her even now
How can she know what to live for?
It was easy to get buried by flow
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