Love, I Mean
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A bird chirped at my window
With a straw on its beak
Then came the other, freak
As I went near, imitated low
I peeked and knew their sketch
One by one straw they fetched
Making a holy nest, poor wretch
I took away to myself and stretched
Took a lung full breathe and thought
In fact lost humanity I brought
Love ‘tween the two which I have seen
Love thy name a holy sacrifice, I mean
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