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do you find it difficult as i

to lay sullen neath the sinking sky?

crushing air lung to lung.

turn to look at me and hear me sigh.

i jumped from the mattress

and learned how to fly.

you bit my lip so i could cry,

but still i remember the words we sung,

"let us soar to paris! and live amongst the birds."

winters here are much too dry.

crackling at my heart, crackling at my...

lips so eager to see what's been brung.

but i know none of it is to be sprung

on such matter as i,

for i still walk the city alone to live amongst the birds.