A broken bird that came and impressed
could still sing but couldn't yet fly high.
How attached I'd become couldn't be guessed
this bird could charm you without telling a lie.
The bird was hurt, but It was stubborn and strong
and I needed the company and a bit of attention
so It happened to come to me singing Its song
I welcomed It without prejudice or prevention.
Ah! The bird sang so often and so well!
the joy those songs brought; hell! just to have It around!
at times it seemed It forgot that It fell,
It seemed just happy to have been found.
The day finally came when I had to let It go.
My heart broke when I saw how willingly It went.
I guess that bird wasn't ready for a hold
didn't appreciate what Its presence truly meant.
So long, yellow bird, go on, fly on free!
But if you're hurt again,
Don't dare to come back to me.
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