A blue bird flew high in the sky,
As high as might can rise.
It had the purpose and it had the will
That the envelope of its heart could hold.
It beat its wings and glided
Thoroughly and swiftly as it could.
Then one day, so
Vigorous was its flight,
It became a tiny speck, lost,
Revelling in heights unknown
Gone to the world below.
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