
Once upon a springtime came
A pretty bird made of flame
I opened both my heart and nest
I loved its song, I loved its breast
It stayed a while and lit up May
It warmed my heart, I bade it stay
I loved it well, I loved it best
But when the flame bird goes
The ashes blow
From east to west
That's the rest.























2 spoke through the ouija:
sweet.
Thanks, Cynthia :-)
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