Weight begins to burn
Mouth has been dried
With mislead words
But vacant eyes
Grasp splintered string
That portrays hope
Casts away anguish
And murders the crow
Who sleeps on the shoulder
Pierces the ear
Corrupts all actions
Heightens this fear
Of being unhappy
Hand over the bird
To make this clear
Your gifted a smile
Given my cheer
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