Birds returning to their nests
draw the boundaries for the night.
For a moment the network is busy
and the air rends with calls.
I give out a call too.
To all those lost and scattered.
In memory and now.
They all assemble.
Every body's home now.
draw the boundaries for the night.
For a moment the network is busy
and the air rends with calls.
I give out a call too.
To all those lost and scattered.
In memory and now.
They all assemble.
Every body's home now.
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