I called the lone parrot passing over my head
*from the blue
i won't fly to you*
it said
forgot the love i gave?
*but you made me your slave
to repeat your chosen line
to voice your chosen tune
my life was not mine
so from the blue
i won't ever fly to you*
she affirms the parrot escaped
but i know one dull afternoon in March
she let the bird fly away
being too weary of the chosen line.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 9:56 AM UTC
I called the lone parrot passing over my head
*from the blue
i won't fly to you*
it said
forgot the love i gave?
*but you made me your slave
to repeat your chosen line
to voice your chosen tune
my life was not mine
so from the blue
i won't ever fly to you*
she affirms the parrot escaped
but i know one dull afternoon in March
she let the bird fly away
being too weary of the chosen line.
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