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AS I WAS THAT BIRD,

BUT THE WIRE HURTS ME

AND I DON’T KNOW WHERE TO GO.

CARRYING SOME WORDS

WHICH I STORE CAREFULLY,

I HAVE TO FLY, TO TRY VERY SLOW.

 

IF I FINISH ON THE GROUND,

I WILL TRY TO MANAGE,

AT LAST , IT IS WINTER:

EVERYWHERE IS SNOW ARROUND,

AND ONCE I WAS A SAVAGE

AND ONCE I WAS A DRINKER.

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