Hey, Mister Bluebird

Oh Mr. Bluebird,
what a lovely tune.
Oh Mr. Bluebird,
Have you any room?

Your feathers entice me so,
Your freedom I envy so,

What If I were to take a hold,
would you carry me away?

Surely I'd pull you down,
And keep you for another day,

Despair rests at these four corners,
humming a tuneless tune,
memories of that lovely bluebird,
paving way for a sporadic lune
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R&R please.