Be at peace
Sweet little thing
Of morning song
Of gentle wing
Be at peace
Far from your nest
Mangled and torn
In your Sunday best
Feed the earth
That drinks these tears
Let go of your life
Your hopes and fear
A prayer to the abyss
From the glowing blue
Though it isn't kind
It is true
From without this grave
to within this tomb
New life will rise
New life will bloom
Sweet little soul
With love so rife
I thank you for
your precious life
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