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Disco vendetta

Against the ticking clock

Sat two birds, above us two flock

Underneath the hands of time

Rests a playful hymn of some kind

As one left its perch she found the wind

Send it to me! One thought, if only through the bend

Alone it perched, waiting for another

Gust of wind that would never come

Some say it’s fated to fate and fate

I pause and stop to hear someone say wait!

She joins me on the perch, and dances next to me

My heart is content even if I can’t see

Along comes a gust as gentle as wings

Two birds take flight underneath the sun

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Very beautiful poem!

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“Stayin alive, stayin alive.”

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