And Just The Birds Lyrics
Elegy of silent windows of wind in the boughs of the trees
Of the plain of lights wrapped up in a grief
The crest of roof broken'n'left walls overgrown of grass'n'wine
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White shrub washed down of drops of storm windows bunged with rotten boards
And just the birds live here wanderers from distant hills
The bringin' the breath of a space breath of unreal impetus
