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 i had shadowed the rose

threw it away.

i told you, my black bird, to sing me a song

sing for me, my black birds call.

and sometimes i wish i could sing along.

but now your on the balcony

fly my black bird, be that free

cause your love was never for me.

show her that kind of life,

she will watch you fly,

and maybe we will meet again,

start our love over my friend

and i will tell you, my black bird, to sing me a song

sing me that black birds call.

for the rose is what ive got

i know i must hold on

but ive forgot how to love

the smell of the rose

and in my dreams i long for the

black birds call.

so, my black bird, sing me a song.

the last song of this life.

i long for that touch, your kiss, but

you sit on that balcony

wings open wide

she will watch you fly.

and this is it

the last look

the last song

so my dear black bird, sing me a song

let me hear that black birds call

set me in stone, and give me my rose

i just froze, as you fly away

no more song.

go be free.