The Blackbird
The Blackbird
Looms over my grave
At my funeral
Nobody came
Not a soken word
For this slave
Neither a hero
Or unbrave
A life with nothing to show
His last words wen't unheard
The only one he really did know
Was the Blackbird
That looms over his grave..
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