Spirit
The music of the wind and the bird
As spring slowly moves in
Wings spread wide and free
Gliding and singing to their kin
Free to be me you see
As I fly through the sky
Feeling the breeze on my face
Whilst I cry with a tear in my eye
My heart and soul so intertwined
As the rain dew and the sun all around
The wind blows and the birds chirping
Memories and sweetness are abound
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