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the sparrow
The Sparrow.
The stage was enormous partly dark; floor board made
of the decks of stranded schooners
a sparrow came shuffling in, slightly bent too much time spent
at street corners singing for a few shilling had taken its toll.
She was met with applause which lifted her spirit
she smiled and began singing love songs
the pain of love
the loss of love
the longing for love.
Often she had loved wrongly, but she had no regrets.
Standing ovation.
Later there would be flowers, chocolate and wine.
It was her last performance. Although she didn`t
know at the time, although some of her fans suspected it.
she flew away, and Paris mourned.
Non, Je ne regretted rien.
The stage was enormous partly dark; floor board made
of the decks of stranded schooners
a sparrow came shuffling in, slightly bent too much time spent
at street corners singing for a few shilling had taken its toll.
She was met with applause which lifted her spirit
she smiled and began singing love songs
the pain of love
the loss of love
the longing for love.
Often she had loved wrongly, but she had no regrets.
Standing ovation.
Later there would be flowers, chocolate and wine.
It was her last performance. Although she didn`t
know at the time, although some of her fans suspected it.
she flew away, and Paris mourned.
Non, Je ne regretted rien.
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