Little black bird creating mistress inside my head
get away from the stairs I've been fairing,
with hard work I keep transforming grass into roses,
but you just keep messing around,
could you please get out of my backyard?
Everyday you make a hollow
deeper than the rise of the stars.
Isn't it enough? Can YOU STOP?
Fly farer, I did not decide to be a slave
I still have hope that won't waste
Take out you dark feathers
Harmful , poisoned
you wish to satin me
with the worst of the inks...
But yo can't
Haven't you understand?
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