I am a cautious bird
with hopes of none
who easily becomes stirred

And though I fly to the sun,
he broke my vision
And I am on the run

For his woeful mission
was to tear me apart
and this large incision

was drawn to my heart,
yet he did not kill me,
since I finally did depart

from his gaze. Can he not he see?
that no matter how he tried,
I would exist for eternity

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