O bird, O bird
I know you are
Not burning
In this fire,
I know, with your
Beak you are
Keeping my world.
O bird, O bird
Am I not innocent
And are you not
Forgiving me
And forgetting the days
That are hard?
O bird, O bird
You are coming with
Me that I know,
But I know not
Whether you are
Going away with me
From this world.
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