Its not a broken wing she says
Yet another of those rainy days
The bright lights are shivering
Its not my lips that are quivering
She looks into her ice cream cup
Its cold but may warm her up
The dishes are all dirty and stale
My dinner is hunger and longing
I tell her that its a full moon
But it doesn't cast a shadow
She turns the lights on
And tells me to follow
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