If You Love a Birdie
Of what use are high ideals
For they seldom mean little
To the one you so hold dear
Of what use sweet nothings
If they can't keep her by you
Of what use is her love
If she chooses to walk away
May be a drink will wash away
The lingering memories of her
A broken mirror image is better
Than holding on to shrards
Shrards of vanity and hope
The train trembles the earth
Let bygones be ooh my soul
#luis 05/17
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