The Sparrow

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So she flies sparrow in the skies
Her wings feel the wind
You feel her peace in her freedom
As she glides through the air
She knows when winter comes
She flees from trouble
Flying after spring moving to
Corners of earth
So high in the sky
You feel it her touch with nature
When life is simple
When life is about shelter and food
When one lives and doesn't exist.

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