Going back to days she wrote
On a diary where life ceases to grow
The people the moments the emotions she croped
The heart the air and the grasp she fought
The chatter is less the chirping has grown
A cat and a bear without any humans involved
She likes her own company but how far it can go
It's a tangled affair what's waits what's forth
There she goes again on a walk on her own
In a valley where they live all her friends and her foes
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