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Once upon a time, there was a bird who spoke of love My nightingale believed in love, this magic she spoke of Knowledge and philosophy is my true power
You tried to cage me Tried to hostage me So that I would be stuck with you But your cage is breaking My heart is retaken You no longer have a prisoner I am finally free
Nightingale! Cry Out! Sing your Song! Listen to the Tune! Your last Note! Wail It! Nightingale!
Forlorn! The very word is like a bell That sings and haunts with piercing pain and loss Upon the heart and soul. It says farewell: For glassy streams of time do rarely cross
And so the King said to his servant Bring to me a Nightingale To sing the night away Bring to me a bird With a voice both soft and true