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they push there wings out and fly.
As the sun sets,they return for the night.
In a flock,without a fight.
In a big city they live,
There haunts being window sills.
In the concrete filled with dark myth
They know every nook and labyrinth.
At dawn long before the stars are gone,
The skies they head and fawn.
For food the sweep down
In one stroke leaving the ground brown.
Yet all i see of them,
Flirting along the skies realm
Is a moments of wing spread glory-
Wish i too can be like the free.
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