Little bluebird
Where does one fly?
Silent bluebird
No song does he sing!
Where does my beloved fly?
With his wings outstretched
His heart deflated
A thorn through his breast
When will he come home?
Fly and watch from his tree
Sing sweet melodies once more
And stay close by me.
But it isn’t to be
It is as if my beloved bluebird
Has had his happiness strangled
Little tears spring from little eyes
Come home little blue bird
All is forgiven
Things aren’t lost yet
You still have me
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Random thoughts of the Wolf Girl
You get the idea.
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pumpkin spice
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Would you like some
pumpkin spice
to go with that
basic?
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