Windows break the silence
Of a room,
A room filled with dirt,
And the silence of gloom.
The birds, they pace,
They sing to their might,
For those tiny lungs are,
And forever polite.
Of a room,
A room filled with dirt,
And the silence of gloom.
The birds, they pace,
They sing to their might,
For those tiny lungs are,
And forever polite.
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