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But in the night the mother



                  always tightened, the bars



                  and the vine to her baby



                  bird, simply because she




                  was always frightened.















                                               'Please don't ever leave me,'



                                               she would whisper at night,




                                               'for the hurt is too much,



                                               if you ever did go, I would



                                               probably never be right!'
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