| There are birds in the darkness that douse electrical fires
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| Flaring up in nursing homes and the bedrooms of blind men
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| Birds you cannot see
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| There are birds in the darkness who nest in wooden crutches
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| Eye patches and bandages, broken spinal columns
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| And pots of winter plants
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| Birds you cannot see
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| Filling every tree
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| Falling out of closets
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| And perched on the hands of dying men
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| There are birds in the darkness who lead lost dogs off highways
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| Steer boats past icebergs, save children stuck in wells
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| Birds you cannot see
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| There are birds in the darkness seen by those with tumors
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| Circling common light bulbs with blue-feathered halos
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| And the sound of rain
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| Birds you cannot see
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| Filling every tree
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| Falling out of closets
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| And perched on the hands of dying men |