Out of my empty morning brain
Nothing no one no where to go
Suddenly an unknown bird
Lets loose hysterically a flood
Like some Sandra rushing into
The room to warn us of a fire
Hidden in the walls about to roar
And yet somehow sounding cheerful
About the way fire calls to us
After all in its ascensions
And then she stopped that unknown
Bird if bird it was caught
Preaching to the leaves again
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