Birds On The Well
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Hello, hello? It's nice to see you again. Oh dear, oh dear! That can't be our friend....She lays down on concrete and swifts into the cold. No matter the pain, it made her even bold.
Sometimes we may wonder...why is she here? Seeing her like this makes us queer and brings us to tears. We loved her, oh we loved her, as much as she'd know. Her story among us that was always told.
A legend and an angel is all we could say. She was what we are now, to be very brave. Like us to fly in the clouds of the sky....It seems our friend flew too high....
As we sing this song to honor her grave...in the well. We notice that it seems she hasn't just fallen inside, though it's hard to tell.
Her eyes stare at us from below. Now her life and breath is at a low.
We the birds, that mournfully sing to the life ourselves. As our long friend's lifeless corpse stare upon us, the birds on the well.
