On the dreariest of days the clouds oppress the skies.
The flowers fail to smile.
The sun refuses to shine.
The wind adds an edge to the atmosphere.
This is when the birds sing the blues.
The normal chirpy happy songs are replaced with sadness and sorrow.
Of what might have been.
They remind you of how good it used to be.
And how they hope it will become.
Sometimes even the birds sing the blues.
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