Little bird in blue worlds Spinning things with
wings Beating the sacred heart Running cold and
scared Wanting warmer weather To leave all winter
behind The cutting edge of the sword In
blood of the burning heart Nailed into unholy
ground And the skies going under Over paradise
is offering Something to prevent nothing Little bird
in white worlds Singing nothing to hear Without
heed of the heart Cut by the swords
of heaven
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