blue sparrow, black bird the shadows that they cast i saw you sneak in to kiss your dead mother's lips when you were six i saw her crying 'lord, don't take my child' the day they took her to the institution when you were five she begged for you, and not her freedom and our last conversation went like 'there's nothing there' 'where?' 'goodbye paul, i don't love you anymore' and i'm sure she meant in her life when you were six i want you to remember that when you fall she is there pulling you down because it's safer stretched out on the soft carpet and i will say once again that words can be as beautiful as music only when they've been written in the sand
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