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Birds in the sky, so free and so bold,ππ With feathers of colors, both bright and untold.π€£π They soar through the air, on winds that do sing,ππ€ Dancing on breezes with the grace of a king.π€£π In mornings they call, with songs soft π€£πand clear, Whispers of springtime, a melody dear. From treetop to cloud, they travel with ease,ππ A symbol of freedom, carried by the breeze.ππ€ With wings that are crafted by natureβs ππ€own hand, They glide over oceans, they fly over π€π‘land. Their world is the heavens, the earth, and the sea, A life full of wonder, forever to be. Birds, oh sweet birds, so restless and free, A reminder of dreams, as wide as the sea.
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