Can you make the song bird sing
In the early evening
Can you joke that it's not spring
While the season's turning?
Are you free or are you chained
While the maze of amazing rain
Comes spiralling down upon your brain
Oh tell me what is living?
Are you free to live
Then why not start to give
To your fellow human beings
They aren't blind to what they're seeing
Have the doves of the cot not flown
Out into the storm
Have the wily cocks of home
Not been kept in safe and warm
What of beauty
What of kings
What of all these kinds of things
And what you take
And what life brings
What is it you are finding?
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