SONGBIRD
Sorrow, guilt and nested unresolved regret
Oh to my heart the songbird doth beget.
Not from her sweetened tones of deftly song
Gliding through the glades within my heart
But from the sting that I remised was wrong
I let her fly away, and rise from me, depart
Return to me, oh songbird! That I may find relief,
Despair to hope, and find my peace from grief.
Gliding through the glades within my heart
But from the sting that I remised was wrong
I let her fly away, and rise from me, depart
Return to me, oh songbird! That I may find relief,
Despair to hope, and find my peace from grief.
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