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Byrd of a Feather (Parsons Green) I feathered my nest with the pieces of the past worth keeping Hung pictures that I've seen only in my dreams when I'm sleeping Like a bird on the wing I figured I was always gonna fly alone To weather the storms have a place to keep warm I built my own home I never thought it was a hope chest Weaving the threads so the fabric of my
life is a whole piece |