See how my heart drapes
In my chest
The clouds dark in the frowning sky
Can hardly see if the cage
Still holds the bird.
The clouds never let me see
If the cage dangles about
But what's my ear hearing?
Just the silence I alone hear
See how my myrtle smells like myrrh
Still I am filth done
Smelling like a dump.
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