So sing sweet Swift and fly away from here,
Embrace the breeze beyond the seas, and free
Your soul from worry, be yet happy, see
The life you've always wanted with no fear,
This kiss goodbye and watch it disappear;
Sing sweetly Sparrow one last song for me:
Remind me not to hang tenaciously,
Why, sing that we but were a sweet veneer!
And when you're all alone, my Nightingale:
Look deep, remember all that was before; —
Heartsore, I hope it helps you laugh, or wail, —
At last, you must forget and turn the page,
Alas, because you broke your golden cage:
Hence, you can't be returning anymore!
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