RequiemWell I saw a bird today - flying from a bush and the wind blew it away.And the black-eyed mother sun scorched the butterfly at play - velvetveined I saw it burn.With a wintry storm-blown sigh, a silver cloud blew right on byAnd, taking in the morning, I sang - O Requiem.Well, my lady told me, "Stay."I looked aside and walked away along the Strand.But I didn't say a word, as the train time-table blurred close behind thetaxi stand.Saw her face in the tear-drop black cab window.Fading in the traffic; watched her go.And taking in the morning, heard myself singing - O Requiem.Here I go again. It's the same old story.Well, I saw a bird today - I looked aside and walked away along the Strand.

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