When you have lived
In one place for a long time
But have visited Greece
And Paris and the Bahamas
There comes a morning
A chirping and a singing
Only you would recognize
When having crossed
The silent blazing desert
A certain insistent thrillReturns to the empty tree
Of your mind just as you
Were ready to hang up
On the world it catches
On a twig and sways you up
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