Call it a nuisance,
Or something sublime -
Her song is silence,
She sings all the time!
With a mind in the trees
Like a daydreaming bird -
Do what you please,
She won't say a word!
Whether she is shallow,
Or deeper than Hell;
We will never know -
As she will never tell!
Or something sublime -
Her song is silence,
She sings all the time!
With a mind in the trees
Like a daydreaming bird -
Do what you please,
She won't say a word!
Whether she is shallow,
Or deeper than Hell;
We will never know -
As she will never tell!
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