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[wistfuljen]

like a little bird,
home too early for spring
my heart juts out on
this stiff little branch-
i have my song,
i know how to sing,
i have my stiff little nest,
i wonder why the
branches are so hard to get
together because this is home
(isn't it home, why is it so cold)
i sing at the top of my lungs
i blurt out my heaviest
hallelujah
my song hits the snow and dies
and i just sing
come home, come home,
until the snow takes me,
too