The bird flies above him
Watches him for me.
We fly, we soar
In concert, in harmonyFor us, together.

The bird flies above us
Watches him leave me.
We fly no more
No more together.For him, another.

The bird flies above me.
Watches over me.
We fly, we soar.
I am content
For me, a new life.

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