black bird perches
on the rim of the roof
its beady eyes piercing
through my flesh
into my soul
on the rim of the roof
its beady eyes piercing
through my flesh
into my soul
if dreams could be real
you'd live
we'd walk in the park, smiling
but spring's here again
and you are not
you'd live
we'd walk in the park, smiling
but spring's here again
and you are not
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