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Tiny Blue Bird

Always rushing to and fro
Treading a path you've gone before
Trying to rise above yesterdays
And now your tender wings are sore

What do you leave on your quest?
Is it pain, tears, perhaps regret?
Come to me sweet little blue bird
I hold a haven in my chest

Let love guide you, close your eyes
Let me help you to forget
Fly to me and be at peace
And together we could build a nest

As one we could fly upon the wind
Finally drifting so carefree
Singing out our precious love song.....
Tiny Blue Bird please come to me

~THE FLOWING PEN~
2-16-04





















































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