A bell that sounds a thousand tones
Will not be clear
And will not be heard
Only one sound will be made
When talking to the birds
A thousand flock around my head
It hurts, Oh, It hurts
So many questions that must be burnt
The fire will remove the dirt
And the birds with burnt wings
Will fly away and
Never be heard.
Saturday 24 April 2010
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