Part 26

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The birds on my window sing to me

They look at me with their dark deep eyes

I wonder if they have a soul

I want to look deeper waiting to see something

Do the eyes of birds change when their song stops?

I sing to myself

When I look myself in the eyes they can be dark too

I wonder if I have a soul

Do my eyes look more alive when my song stops?

Are me and the birds just the same?

Is the only difference that they're free? 

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