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I heard it from the birds,
a whistle low

From the backs of

their cold wings,

a message dry

I heard it from the birds,

a mourning low

I heard tell from the birds

that you were gone

A bullet earned you

cold wings of your own

And no one was there

to hear it save the birds

So sing quietly,

I have ears

only for you

When they play your song,

how I hope you'll hear

As these birds

sing on and on

Description
body div#devskin0 hr { }

I heard it from the birds,
a whistle low

From the backs of

their cold wings,

a message dry

I heard it from the birds,

a mourning low

I heard tell from the birds

that you were gone

A bullet earned you

cold wings of your own

And no one was there

to hear it save the birds

So sing quietly,

I have ears

only for you

When they play your song,

how I hope you'll hear

As these birds

sing on and on