in6b1
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My little bird flew away from me
She made her home in a broken tree

You're breaking branches on your way down
To someone new to throw your arms around

The next time I wake up I want to be
In a rabbit hole to the sound of you (Making coffee)

With the warm, salty sea
Its waves crashing over me

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