L'agasse mediocre

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Just take me in.
It's a cold morning.
For many birds,
the food is gone.

Proud-hearted wing,
a wind that dances
on command keeps
turning me around.

You let them cut me,
with their breeze.
I smile,

and just like that
i'm bird no more,
i'm More...
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