Little sparrow
Swallows her tears
So no one can hear
Her nightly cries,
Her daily cries.
She paid the price
For her own demise
Not twice, not trice.
Oh, little sparrow,
Do chirp at dawn,
Flap your wings
(You aren't done),
High you have flown
Before unhappiness
Was known.
Little sparrow
Swallows her tears
And no one hears.
Little Sparrow
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