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A Bird Now Gone

No bird remains to sing his song.

so silence pounds the whole day long.

 

In beat with memory of the day

I clapped to make him go away.

 

The fault, it clearly lies with me

the bird was what the bird should be.

 

Now I live knowing I was wrong…

to want to silence any song.

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