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I have seen the lark soar high at morn'
To sing up in the blue
I have heard the blackbird pipe his song
The thrush and the linnet too
But none

just flies…
Shakespeare's words mentioned birds
Birds sing song so they belong in the throng
In Central Park; import skylark
Thrush and starling would be

meadows of berries
And rainbows of flowers
And the spiraling flute of the hermit's thrush
I've come all this way just to praise and to gush
And give thanks

wooded ground no other white man's discovered
I'm a long hunter
I love the sweet song of a Wood Thrush
Calling through the trees right before dusk
Can't

could only dream to rise one day

Leaves a rustling
The Thrush is scuffling
The wind is gliding through the foliage
There to block the light out
Standing

has been tucked away
And a lilting thrush joins the refrain

The moon pulls the dusk upon the day
In the nighttime it moves our souls to sway
In

against the night
Overtime you'll realize the forest's laced with light
The only thing most jolly is the hope you hold inside
You keep the thrush 'live with

I don't want to wait
Until the spring
Until the clouds roll away
And the hermit thrush sings
And I'd rather not wait
Until we think we have a clue

of it's hush
Leave white shit in her throat like she got thrush
Can't no female make me cry like these dabs
Pull up flexing how come I ain't got abs
We

Beauty things sing to me
As a chorus
As a flock the wild seas
Sway before us

Hail as a hand is my mail
The thrush is my love
And the whale is

thrush sings
Before the coming of night

Nights can be excessive and ruinous
It can feel like you're on a chartered bus 
To the exact coordinates of a self

the 40 don't want me to touch! know that your bitch sucked my dick, she got thrush! what were you thinking, we're fucking around? going to be making

to death !
What kind of... Chuggalugg
Could make me feel so ill ?
With just a brush of me eyes,
It was scarcely a face at all !
More like thrush consumed

I thought I might find 
The words in the sky,
So I looked up and stared at the blue.
A song thrush sang 
To me from way up high,
"I dont have

the spring
January waiting in winter
January waiting in winter
The land is cold and silent
No thrush or lark will sing
Have faith this world is turning

uncover your ears, hear the thrush and her song
Beautiful Child, know there is no darkness
Just a bright, shining sun with no chance of pain
Beautiful

If you will weave me a web of birdsong
From the thrush or the linnet
Then I'll give you my own true heart
cnd all the love that's in it

If you will

Sick of your lies
Please shut the fuck up
Running your mouth
Please shut the fuck up
Songbird cries
You running outta luck
Thrush in your mouth

We were just song thrush
Feet glued to power lines
Knowing its safe shelter
But could blow at any time

High dive
Flying with blindfolds
Live wire

anymore
Attitude with too much Latitude
Your brain has turned to mush
I don't want to play your stupid little game your throat is full of thrush
Everything

of the leaves we brush
She's the song of the mistletoe thrush
And breathe, and breathe, and breathe, and breathe
You can hear her in a new-born's cry
She walks

pretty rough,
For you but not for me

the river shore is where they found us.
high altitude lagoons, a little brown thrush.
listening carefully to all

calling hol’ up let me click over
Hello, this another level 
Red snapper with some brut Prosecco 
As I thrush through every threshold 

Be free girl you

thrush,
That springy carnivore of lawns
Worm Stabber
Basher to death of snails
We should not sentimentalize his song
And forget the killing that sustains it