i slept with my sword
tuck between my legs
i have a dream not to
ever use it again, i sigh
then i woke up it's gone
that tells me, good sign
i look up. way high above
hindered by gray clouds
so i imagine what's there
a brighter place than here
bird flew by my window
reminds; i'm still with you
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