why do you cry, birdy?
why do you moan so loud
that the sky do resound
in this hollow land of death.
why do you cry, birdy?
why does the clouds fill with sorrow
why does your heart feel so heavy
and your flight so timid.
why do you cry, birdy?
why those eyes don't stare no more!
why do the weather look so forlorn!
birdy, my little birdy!
so do comes to me
and with her mournful music
she puts a tear within my soul.
birdy, my little birdy!
has lost its way
in this world which is so sure
of its own ways.
a world of hate
a world of sorrow
where there is nothing
to look forward to tomorrow.
so my birdy,
my little birdy,
makes its own way
in a world
where it has no tomorrow.
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