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Song for a Little Bird
All night she knocked on my window
Thirtieth autumn with fingers from the rain
And at dawn when you woke me up
Little bird
You are as beautiful as an army under a flag
And I am a piece of obscenity
I wanted to tell you
Run away from me
God, God, what a pity for us both
Maybe everything would have been different
If you and I had met earlier
You should never
Little bird
Neither eat nor drink water from my hand
Because I carry a sad scar
Somewhere at the bottom of my chest
And this face of a stranger and a thousand wrinkles
And one rosemary that does not wither
Run away from me
Run away from me
Run away from me
Run away from me

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