Little Wings
Little Bird
little bird, little birdwith wings carved out of (?)do you know exactly what you're doing?little bird, little birdat least you know now that I've heardThat there's always magic brewingTime inside of your beak is like a breath to meand night is like a death to meso soft inside my mindcorridors of eyes and glasswill surely passthe shards are buried in the grassas moons left in the tidelittle bird, little birdI've told you know in human wordsCan you sing it back while I am sleeping?little bird, little birdIn tones so high that they're absurdand the memory goes softly brewingTime inside of your beak is like a breath to meand night is like a death to meso soft inside my mindcorridors of eyes and glasswill surely passthe shards are buried in the grassas moons left in the tideas moons left in the tide
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