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Beautiful grey dove on tree branch

Even A Caged Bird Remembers How To Fly

My love as a dove
flies away from me this night
A sweet bird free to fly in vast open skies.
Caged in my soul it lay quaking,
wounded by its need to soar.

I say good-bye to the gentle bird
and watch as it fades from view.

So beautiful in its glory,
I recall the softness
of its beating heart against my breast
Be safe little bird, be free,
and perhaps one day return to me.

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