Some things,
We just can’t split…
Even if you give a dove’s wings
A little clip,
No one will notice
But the baby blue sky,
Hearing the dove’s cry
Just like a lullaby.
Getting down on a knee
just beneath the bird’s wings,
Giving it the illusion of flying
Making it, once again, sing!
Cyranny's Cove 
You clip it’s wings
But a bird still sings
It understands the sky
It keeps its secret safe within
And remembers how to fly
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Some things,
We just can’t split…
Even if you give a dove’s wings
A little clip,
No one will notice
But the baby blue sky,
Hearing the dove’s cry
Just like a lullaby.
Getting down on a knee
just beneath the bird’s wings,
Giving it the illusion of flying
Making it, once again, sing!
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