The Sparrow's Sad Song
Lost his mate,
Sits on a branch all day
Singing to her
Though she's gone
Squirrel,
In obvious distress
Her mate flattened in a street
Such devotion
Though he's gone
I guess it's the way of the world
We all mourn our losses
We all grieve our dead
I guess it's the way of the world.
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