Davey -)



I could see their dying note

In the sky that is so old

I remember where they once flew

Where they sang to the morning dew

Now their wings are soaked in oil

Caged wings that can't unfurl

No longer do we hear them sing

No longer do we hear the fluttering

Of wings



Underneath the iron bird

Their song cannot be heard

Above the human sound

Above the poisoned ground

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