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| BumberShootStudio Paintings Painting and Poem by Diana Crumpler Copyright 2001 'Come And Listen' |
brake through the dawn of night,
tis then you'll hear the sound
of music all around.
Such joy within these songs
proclaimed both loud and strong,
that one can't help but hear
their rhythm far and near.
What melodies they'll share
with all who stop and care
to listen while the birds
sing lyrics without words.
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Remember when the birds were gone...you would wake up in the morning to the sound of traffic and air conditioners in all the windows of countless sky scrapers so vast you could never see the horizon. Trees do not grow in concrete canyons...so no birds, it was like they had vanished. Ya, those where some days.
to listen while the birds
sing lyrics without words.
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Remember when the birds were gone...you would wake up in the morning to the sound of traffic and air conditioners in all the windows of countless sky scrapers so vast you could never see the horizon. Trees do not grow in concrete canyons...so no birds, it was like they had vanished. Ya, those where some days.
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