The rich neighborhood
Beheaded the home of an unknown bird
It used to play, early in the day
Even before dawn, a gentle music,
Sweetest I ever heard, hiding somewhere
In that high tree top. An ancient home
For many generations now gone,
The bard and the horn gone
Only a gigantic concrete wall
Imprisoned me in my
Lonely dwelling.
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