Little Birdie
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1943A Poem by Little BirdieShe was 16 when she died. |
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Good IntentionsA Poem by Little BirdieThe sky bleeds purple. |
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I'm SorryA Poem by Little BirdieI'm sorry for hiding your strings. |
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The Church Bell of Valea ViilorA Poem by Little BirdieOne, two, three, four. |
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Re-bornA Poem by Little BirdieAdmiring the view? |
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LostA Poem by Little BirdieI don't see her at night. |
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VelmeraA Poem by Little BirdieThe smoothest path through hell. |
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TrinitoeA Poem by Little BirdieTo stay? |
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This MorningA Poem by Little BirdieIt was sunny on my way to the city this morning. |
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CrépusculeA Poem by Little BirdieShe used to sit on the other side of the table. |
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