SquawkOn the grass I sit patiently, patiently for my love But the bestowment of my feelings are withheld from up above So as I watched the sky from the ground down below Before me stood a figure with ten feathers in a row It slumped when it walked and it was colorful and drab As if created by emotions mixed together in a lab The creature stood there motionless, and so there it loathed As I did in the park while I waited for my betrothedSquawk
The bird glanced into my eyes, and there I sensed a light The melancholy, angst-ridden stare punctured the night Of my mind, which I fought, and int
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