there’s a bluebird in my heart that / wants to get out / but
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there’s a bluebird in my heart that / wants to get out / but
if you can’t imagine / spring. sleep through the alarm / of the world
and the light today / reminded me of the winter you drove home
or the feathers / of some unimaginable bird / that loves us
there / are blizzards, and there are blizzards. / some contain us; some we carry |
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