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For things aren’t like they used to be,
two sparrows in the sky.
They met and flew so tenderly
while knowing all the whys

or so they thought, for time does mend
the hurts of yesteryears,
the forms of self that were pretend,
and hearts that tend the fears.

For now, they find a diff’rent song,
a path to fly more true,
and to each one they do no wrong
with two paths’ flying through.

They’ve changed their form along the flight,
an eagle and an owl.
One rules by day, one glistens night,
for each, the better fowl.