Sing In Death’s Land
The songbirds don’t sing here,
The morning dew is empty without them,
And as their corpses sink slowly into the roots,
The sky weeps for nature’s stolen anthem.
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The songbirds don’t sing here,
The morning dew is empty without them,
And as their corpses sink slowly into the roots,
The sky weeps for nature’s stolen anthem.
