You were not supposed
To be mine,
Like a free bird
One day you must go.
You would just bid
A warm good bye,
And move for better
Away from this old banyan tree
For a tree can never,
Never forever
own a bird
A bird he has
ever been used to.
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The moon-shine at night
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