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A home built high
Upon a tree
Once held the young
Now sits, empty

They’ve flown away
A world to see
Oh how I wish
They, were me

I’d fly above
This world, unrest
A silent tear
Shed on my quest

Then cry aloud
At my own behest
Won’t someone join me
In this nest?

Where we can heed
From one, above
The somber coo
Of a mourning dove

Who fears humanity
All hate, thereof
She prays that Earth
Will find her love

Where once a man
Was born, so free
Taking pride in all
This majesty

Let’s fly away
Perhaps we’ll see
Just how beautiful
This world could be

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