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The fork of two branches
To the life of a bird
Nothing if not a ghost in the ** garden.
I dreamt of a nest
In which the trees repulse death
I dreamt of a nest
In which the trees repulse death.
A being that has lost
The confidence of birds
A being that has lost
The confidence of birds.
In the shell of this body's shadow
At the centre is the seed
The fork of two branches shadow
To the life of a bird.
The arms of two lovers
One in the heart of god
Nothing if not true love in
In the garden of.
A being that has lost
The confidence of birds
A being that has lost
The confidence of birds.
In the shell of this body's shadow
At the centre is the seed
The fork of two branches shadow
To the life of a bird.
And I like the way
That you tend to the birds.
Thou shall not do this
Crossing the abyss.
In the shell of this body's shadow
At the centre is the seed
The fork of two branches shadow
To the life of a bird.
