We walked up to the top of a hill
And sat on a blanket
To watch the fireworks burst in the sky
I held your hand
When I saw the birds scatter from a nearby tree
All the people (you) looked up in awe
At the amazing colors
And the birds thought the world was ending
I don't think war is noble
And I don't like to think that love is war
But no two birds actually share a feather
And you left me standing in the cold
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