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love letters for the end of the world: ix
how sweet the sky,
how vast, how close.
how mad to try.
how cruel to hope.
and flightless, although
strong of wing,
some nights
the cagèd bird
still sings.
how vast, how close.
how mad to try.
how cruel to hope.
and flightless, although
strong of wing,
some nights
the cagèd bird
still sings.
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