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I am the sparrow.
He is the tree.
The feeder, the man,
who once loved me.

The days come and go,
and life moves along.
And I am the sparrow,
singing my song.

And love is the food
that sustains thru the days.
When love has gone,
then I lose my way.

With no love to hold me,
no love to inspire.
No song to sing....
...whats left?  Just expire.

I don't want to go on
without love in my life.
What's the point to living.
All that's left is the strife.