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Such a peculiar bird, the poem
A strange affliction of the brain indeed
It dances behind the eye, sits on the tongue
Makes the heart swell and the hands cold
T'is an illness, a balm, a scope
A contagious tomorrow for you to have hope
In others, but surely in yourself
For you is the one who knows you best
And a poem can only skin over the soul stretch
Only song (in the mouth) or blood (on the teeth) taste
T'is a fight, the flight for freedom
T'is the sky so close when Autumn
Over your head sews a golden crown
Feel it
From the lung, from the bone
T'is the poem that is told

Description
Such a peculiar bird, the poem
A strange affliction of the brain indeed
It dances behind the eye, sits on the tongue
Makes the heart swell and the hands cold
T'is an illness, a balm, a scope
A contagious tomorrow for you to have hope
In others, but surely in yourself
For you is the one who knows you best
And a poem can only skin over the soul stretch
Only song (in the mouth) or blood (on the teeth) taste
T'is a fight, the flight for freedom
T'is the sky so close when Autumn
Over your head sews a golden crown
Feel it
From the lung, from the bone
T'is the poem that is told