My wings are too cute to pack away into the sky secret. strange silence. countless lonelier
I sing too harsh too nasal tell that crumb love at the hands of people who mutually suspicious. I knocked secret
small beak knocked me your empty walls. secret desires. fate line. Love is immortal, I spellrepeatedly
I descend from branch to branch, autumn leaves translate, translate writhing maggots in my beak, translate dew-kissed by the sun in the morning
you hear the chirping my poetry, in the yard, the tree withered by the drought, my sweet chirpingsounds, is crying
My wings are tired I ask itself the storm hit, the earth suffers, the world that made me helplessdrunk
I sing too harsh too nasal tell that crumb love at the hands of people who mutually suspicious. I knocked secret
small beak knocked me your empty walls. secret desires. fate line. Love is immortal, I spellrepeatedly
I descend from branch to branch, autumn leaves translate, translate writhing maggots in my beak, translate dew-kissed by the sun in the morning
you hear the chirping my poetry, in the yard, the tree withered by the drought, my sweet chirpingsounds, is crying
My wings are tired I ask itself the storm hit, the earth suffers, the world that made me helplessdrunk
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