winter has brought the black birds back
right in the morning
they wait for me to come
and be a part of their world
some times i fly and they stay on ground
but mostly, they fly and i stay
like a ship aground
now, decide o mist
and cool breeze today
will u moisten my hairs
and leave the eyes dry
or be as you are
so that i can cry
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