a joyful song

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whenever the birds are flying
whenever the song they sing
is made of dust
when people
wait for the day to come
and mourning is their only cloth
they laugh with madness and fear
they sing for the deaths of the day

                     – joyful song –

and tomorrow
whenever they’ll be dying
the same singing
will go on

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