Birds
The straight and narrow,
A dismal day,
Again the reversal of places.
It begins again,
A judgment day,
And the hands fell short of forgiveness.
Night thy dark,
I remember this thing,
Truth by the edge of deadly.
The straight and narrow,
A dismal day,
Again the reversal of places.
It begins again,
A judgment day,
And the hands fell short of forgiveness.
Night thy dark,
I remember this thing,
Truth by the edge of deadly.
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