We may never meet again, said the mafia man to the woman who sat on the sofa, outside at
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  A bird   Is   A bird   Is   A bird   I am   Like   Me
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  Outside my window, I see a bird sitting on a tree without leaves. She is sitting out the storm.
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  This may come as a surprise. I stopped loving anybody. No more tears, no more unexpected moves of somebody.
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  The clouds   draw   shadows.   The sound   of the wind.