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What do you see, little young bird?
I want to see you sipping nectar.
Listen.
Your bumbling friends are kind.
I've been watching you.

Have you ever seen ashes, little young bird?
They're all around, why don't you see?
Look up.
It's good to pretend.
Don't you dare shed a tear.

It's funny how you fly away, little young bird.
It's safer where your flowers are.
Come here.
You look better up close.
What is that familiar song you're humming?

Why do you look past your fence, little young bird?
It's pink and white, the way you like.
Why?
No one will hurt you here.
It will just be you and me.

Where are you going, little young bird?
I can't see anything.
Listen.

Listen.

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