| Leave me alone is all that I say
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| When I have nothing in me to give away
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| A purple martin in her house, she hollers at me
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| Why be inhuman? |
| why be like me?
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| Like so many robins, like so many doves
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| Like so many lovebirds with so many loves
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| Like the songs of the bobwhite
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| Without any words
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| When we are inhuman we’re one with the birds
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| At six in the morning you rise from the pillow
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| Stand steaming above me; |
| I slumber below
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| I’m one with the blanket laying fragrant and loose
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| You’re one with a whipporwill
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| You’re one with a goose
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| Like so many robins, like so many doves
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| Like so many lovebirds with so many loves
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| Like the songs of the bobwhite
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| Without any words
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| When we are inhuman we’re one with the birds
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| So tweet with me and widely spread
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| Your olive wings: embrace my head
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| Fly with me 'til we are dead
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| And one with the birds
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| Like so many seagulls
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| Like so many hawks
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| Like so many thrushes
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| And so many cocks
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| A swallow will tell you without using
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| Misleading
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| Heartrending words
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| When we are inhuman we’re one with the birds
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| «when we hide our feelings we may as well fly away» |