
On a long, sloping path, the sunlight beating down,
I placed my hand in yours—
It felt like we could go anywhere.
We who can’t become birds
Look up to them with longing,
But birds who can’t be like us
Take off into the s…
@low-mein-75111854 Thank you. I've managed to write the lyri…
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masterpiece constructed beautifully
