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My canary
My canary
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A sparrow lonely and shy;.
Flies in sight of human eyes not up so high,
Sobbing through nights quiet in the day,
All of a sudden it was the month of may,
Flew seconds to the glee of November,
He found a haven.
A canary shared the sky with him
Flying through every tree thin n slim
No more living nights with tears,
With her All of it was relocated
The sparrow lived All of his life without fears.
