A little black bird alights on a perch
He sings a trill little song
He stands on the limb of a little birch
Nothing can go wrong
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But this trilly song is not of warmth or joy
T'is of the loneliness of angels
And the misleading treasures of the eye
The wrongness of fairy fables
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This little bird has gone through wrongs
Through brokenness and sorrow
For more happiness he longs
The freedom of tomorrow
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But this tiny bird is caged
In eptyness and tears
In punishment and fears
And still the tiny song does rage
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This little bird has no hope of leaving
No opening a door
For his prison is not physical
Yet still effects him to the core
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This little bird did sing
But now he sings no more
For now this little bird is silent
Mute forevermore
