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Goodbye, My Little Sparrow
I lost you,
My little bird stolen
by the cloudless skies.
Precious one,
the pain
has grown
intolerable.
Is it Monday, today?
I forgot.
Can you come visit me and,
Peck my cheek through the wind?
Mum shall sleep sound tonight.
—Pender, Oli
My little bird stolen
by the cloudless skies.
Precious one,
the pain
has grown
intolerable.
Is it Monday, today?
I forgot.
Can you come visit me and,
Peck my cheek through the wind?
Mum shall sleep sound tonight.
—Pender, Oli
