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I am not yours to keep, please try to understand
A  grave distance exists from here to where you stand
I am like a bird wandering through life on my own
Knowing that no place even with you can be my home

I move  alone in the sun and in the rain
Such is the fate of this descendant of Cain
Tilling hard grounds to make a living
Unused to this heart with a soft feeling

I could try my best to meet you half way
But my soul would constantly yearn to fly away
And your sweet heart certainly deserves better
In peace I  will pack and leave, please search for me no further