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Flutters
the birds,
that don’t know the words,
darting in and out
the flowery shrub,
humming their tune
in time with the breeze,
as beaks probe and sip
life’s sweetest nectar.
the silence of their lyric,
smiles a song to my eye,
as the birds that don’t
know the words,
hum their tune of goodbye.
