Nightingale
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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