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Tonight I’ll Sing

Tonight I’ll sing a song to the small bird
Who’s perched above my window late at night,
And listens to the tears that are absurd
Of a heart’s battle in the late fight.
And tonight I will be so very pleased
When sleep envelopes my dull envy eyes,
And my soul will most truly be appeased
To drink the beauty that tells precious lies.
Tonight I’ll sing a song and hope it leaves,
Fly into the air like the bird in fright;
The strange truth that these lies tend to let weave
I’ll throw your face out and away from sight.
Tonight I’ll sing the song you’ll never hear
Yet know your smile haunts me with that fear.