The secret silence is more than i bestow
forgive me, the fool
for I mistaken your grace
of dews of loose lips
fall upon return
i do
i must reside in discomfort
my forsaken exile
Now i understand : with the birds
share
is a lonely view
with the birds i share
is a lonely view
with the birds i share
is a lonely view
with the birds i share
is a lonely view
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