We are one
Birds having same white feathers
If you are one wing
I am the other
One said you are better
Another hinted his fingers at me
When a bird flies high
Will its wings fly high alike?
When it flies down,
Will its wings move equally downward?
If any day, any of my feathers fall down
And I can't fly like you
Don't hate me then,
Because once I was with you as your inseparable part
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