In the silence of death,
There is a sound.
Only heard by the unknown.
Listen very carefully it can be found.
It's only a whisper,
To soft not easy to be heard,
It's taking flight in my head.
Look very carefully there is a bird.
Flying into my head,
Taking me in his wings.
Disturbing my thoughts,
Speak very carefully to these things.
Don't speak to loud,
Or you will scare her.
This bird is very shy.
Reach very carefully I'm sure.
She will find you to,
She will also fly for you.
Taking you in her wings,
Be very carefully because she's true.
Don't lie to her,
Or she will go away.
Leaving your side forever,
Listen very carefully and she will stay.
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