here it is
Mockingbird
The flutter of wings,
The songs in the breeze,
Those of which a Mockingbird sings,
Calling to us from high up above,
Warning us never to love,
I never knew how to fly,
Until that Mockingbird died,
It sang its sweet songs,
Of horror and woe,
As it flew around,
With death in its tow,
Until that Mockingbird died
Nothing but darkness,
Surrounding me,
I hear the screaming voices,
But there's nothing to see,
What are my choices,
I can't run, nor hide
( until that mockingbird died)
I never knew how to fly,
Until that Mockingbird died,
It sang its sweet songs,
Of horror and woe,
As it flew around,
With death in its tow,
Until that Mockingbird died
Oh how I cried, cried
When my Mockingbird died,
Alone in life,
No one around,
Not even my Mockingbird,
Making a sound,
It sang its sweet songs,
As it flew around,
Of horror and woe,
Death in its tow,
The flutter of wings,
Calling to us from high up above,
Those of which a Mockingbird sings,
Until that Mockingbird died,
I never knew how to fly,
Until that Mockingbird
Until that Mockingbird
Until that Mockingbird
Died....
Like it? Be honest though

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