Feel the ancient sound
With a feathered pulse
The aged thrush
Bound to death's dark wing

Silently it asks
"Do we need joy?"

It's nothing more
Than shame and loss

Morning choir sings
To warm the hearts
Of crueler beings
As they take my wings
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Thrush And Wake Lyrics

Autumn Tears – Thrush And Wake Lyrics