Bluebird

My bluebird,

Chirping the symphony,

Of my inevitable rejection,

The lines are blurred,

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Must I heed your word?

It is nearly absurd,

I'd go so far as to say,

It is unheard,

What will happen afterward?

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You are my third,

But are my last,

I swear it,

My bluebird.

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