Little Something
Say it again, or say nothing
But maybe just little something
Something that must be said
To be replied or fall dead
Birdies repeat their songs
They warble and sing all day long
Other creatures do the same
No matter of their name
Every life tells its tale
It may sound bright, or pale
Same as the light of dawn
Shone before we were born.
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