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Poetic T Mar 2015
I was a cuckoo in a lovely little
House, I went around in circles
Again and again
"Co-ck-ooooooooo"
"C-ockoo-ooooooo"
"Cockoooooooo­o"
That's what I always said,
Do you know how sad I get,
I want to jump,
I want to fly
But the only thing I do is
Cuckoo,
Cuckoo,
Cuckoo,
How time flies, but I will never know.
I am stuck in the little house,
Nailed,
Stuck,
Prisoner
To time, tempted every hour
To leave this place, my wings do flap
But when the clock ends its
****,
****,
****,
I am ruthlessly dragged in to this prison
To once again be driven around
Every moment of my existence
Is but a moment a hand turning
On a clock, Tick, Tock
I am  cuckoo, I show
You the moments passing of time,
But I will release my call every
Time its needed, I'm a cuckoo after all, a
Singer of moments that pass every hour in time.
The poor little bird eternity's teller and prisoner of time

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