when I was laying in a yard
I think love is a flying bird
but when bird stopped flying
I think without love I m dieing
when the bird was prisoned
it makes my life threatened
when the bird is in angry mood
it make me rude
when the bird was suffering from sickness
i was feeling loneliness
the bird sleeping
made my life boring
at last when bird was crying
I was dieing
by my sweet younger brother
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