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Flightless Bird
Flightless Bird
As I lay underneath thy tender wing, Thou shalt not need to fly or dance, Thou shall not even sing. Have I found thee, Flightless Bird? A lonely centuary I have had to wait, To find thee lurking amoungst the crowds, Thy skin, a plae white icy slate. Have I found thee, Flihtless Bird? For now I need to wait no more, For I shall do anything or be anything, To partner you, forevermore.