I listened to the song
The one without birds
And all I could hear were
A series of hollow words
I felt my life spiralling
Way out of control
And leant into the wind
Of a hot blowing soul
The song was quiet
The birds were a sleep
Upon their stick nests
Nestled in deep
And nothing disturbed them
Because no-one could speak
When the birds fell silent
At the end of the week
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