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A bit of fluttering that tickles your fingers. Antennas search for sound, And wings seek flight. It leaves too soon on the puff of a breeze. For one precious moment, you held life in your hand.
A bit of fluttering
that tickles your fingers.
Antennas search for sound,
And wings seek flight.
It leaves too soon
on the puff of a breeze.
For one precious moment,
you held life in your hand.
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