| I couldn’t utter my love when it counted
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| Ah, but I’m singing like a bird 'bout it now
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| And I couldn’t whisper when you needed it shouted
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| Ah, but I’m singing like a bird 'bout it now
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| Words hung above, but never would form
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| Like a cry at the final breath that is drawn
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| Remember me, love, when I’m reborn
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| As a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn
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| I’d no idea on what ground I was founded
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| All of that goodness is going with you now
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| Then when I met you, my virtues uncounted
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| All of my goodness is going with you now
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| Dragging along, follow in your form
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| Hung like the pelt of some prey you had worn
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| Remember me, love, when I’m reborn
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| As the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn
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| I fled to the city with so much discounted
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| Ah, but I’m flying like a bird to you now
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| Back to the hedgerows where bodies are mounted
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| Ah, but I’m flying like a bird to you now
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| I was housed by your warmth, thus transformed
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| By your grounded and giving and darkening scorn
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| Remember me, love, when I’m reborn
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| As the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn |