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Flighty

They always told me I’d find you here
Sitting under the skeleton tree
You never had a home they say
always just ran free.

I see you now
your dirty face
touseled hair
never really had a place

Don’t worry love
I know you now.
Don’t ask me why.
I’m not quite sure how.

I sit down beside you
ignorant of the snow.
You cower away
I just want to know.

Do you ever crave a human touch?
A the simple warmpth of home?
Maybe it’s gypsy blood
Must you always roam?

Maybe it’s for the best
I never liked you anyway
But wait untill I tell the boys
I held down bird girl for a day.

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