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You can’t see my velvety, feathery wings,
But I soar with the wind in all of my dreams.
You can’t hear the magnificent songs I sing,
But inside of my soul beautiful sounds ring.
You can’t feel these glorious feelings that I do,
But my heart has a way of sensing what is true.
I wish you could feel, see and hear the same as me,
But maybe that’s the way life’s is supposed to be.
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