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Being a Mockingbird - Bobby Long
And The night
Rests like a hammer blow
And breaks
The morning it brings
The mad men are down on the crypt floor
Sleeping through
There favours and sins
And I trained myself to be hardened
And I greet the bird like the day
And I soared to greet lusty gamblings
And I drenched
Myself in the dusk where they lay
Know I exchanged
The dark for the darkness
And I hung
The belt from the wing
So traitors may part with there malice
But ill remember everything
And I gave on myself to the heckles
And I planted the leaf from the book
And I admit I love my romances
The black bird
And the wren the rook
I know
Know now
The church house
Won't harbour the coffins
But the docks
They wittle there ships
And to the pleasure
The feast and the memory
And the soar of kissing her lips
And I gave up myself to the dawning
Of the morning bird in first flight
Where I'm show I ran the road of the
Pauper
I lost it all to the night
I lost it all to the night
