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The SongbirdIt was just before he turned
nine years old
that his mother bought the boy
a soft yellow songbird.
And that songbird
every night
would sing the sweetest arias
and would melt away
the little boy's fears.
He loved that bird
and its beautiful melodies;
it was not a pet his mother had given him,
but a musician-
a listener-
a friend.
But as time wearied and withered away
(as time has tendency to do),
the boy found it harder and harder
to hear the splendid tunes
until finally
the boy could hear the bird no more.
At fifteen the boy's brain
was being ravaged by
a most monstrous cancer.
The doctors spared him his life,
but












