Bird I hear your drawl
I hear your singing in a flowing stream
In brief I hear your happiness expressed.
I
I too once expressed that singing
I too once that happiness expressed.
But now
But now I languish in a wheel chair
And to me dusk and night come before their time
Thick and densified and still my Will holds
Holds
Holds.
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