every hair on your head is counted you are worth hundreds of sparrows the tree you planted has become fecund with kamikaze hummingbirds
wings of hundreds of beats per second of people whose wings are just a blur afraid our eyes might become impaled by their sharp and tiny beaks
I'm so sorry my spirit's rarely in my body it wanders through the dry country looking for a good place to rest your head upon my chest and I can feel the pillow of your breast
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you are worth hundreds of sparrows
the tree you planted has become fecund
with kamikaze hummingbirds
wings of hundreds of beats per second
of people whose wings are just a blur
afraid our eyes might become impaled
by their sharp and tiny beaks
I'm so sorry
my spirit's rarely in my body
it wanders through the dry country
looking for a good place to rest
your head upon my chest
and I can feel the pillow of your breast
you are worth hundreds of sparrows
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