Who am I?
A plaintive cry.
On the wings of a bird,
I did fly.
Never heard,.
Lost in the sky.
Where am I from?
The world beyond.
From the land of dreams,
Gentle and fond.
From there it seems,
I drifted along.
Where do I go?
Little do I know!
I bounce and spill,
From echo to echo.
And echo till,
I'm heard no more.
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