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Well, I saw a bird today flying from a bush and the wind blew it away. And the black-eyed mother sun scorched the butterfly at play velvet veined. I saw it burn. With a wintry storm-blown sigh, a silver cloud blew right on by. And, taking in the morning, I sang O Requiem. Well, my lady told me, "Stay.'' I looked aside and walked away along the strand. But I didn't say a word, as the train time-table blurred close behind the taxi stand. Saw her face in the tear-drop black cab window. Fading into the traffic; watched her go. And taking in the morning, heard myself singing O Requiem. Here I go again. It's the same old story. Well, I saw a bird today I looked aside and walked away along the Strand. Aus Songtexte Mania