Quiet, love.
There is beauty in silence.
Listen to the bluebirds sing a song of sorrow
And of Joy.
One day we will run away from here,
From this harsh, cruel place 
And find somewhere better.
I don't even know if that somewhere exists,
But I'm gonna look for it,
And when I find it,
If I find it,
I will take us there.

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