Little birds sit on your shoulders,
All pure and white.
Little birds sit on your shoulders,
All lovely bright.
Men and times of evil,
Nothing more is right,
Little birds sit on your shoulders,
And sing me through the night
Kenneth Patchen
All pure and white.
Little birds sit on your shoulders,
All lovely bright.
Men and times of evil,
Nothing more is right,
Little birds sit on your shoulders,
And sing me through the night
Kenneth Patchen
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xo sarah