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They Say It’s The Only
Real Constant
The Oxymoron
That Is Life.
Yet On The Whole
Do We Really Like It?

I Would Have To Say So.
How Else Do We Have
The Butterfly?
So We Too Can Keep
Hopes And Dreams Alive.

So I Understand Why
You Are Leaving.
Heaven Forbid That I
Should Clip Those Wings?

I Am Not Mad.
Just Temporarily Sad
While The Song
Bird Sings.