The bird is back with its song
Though it cannot build a nest
It cannot let go of summer
Give love rest for a year or two
Life cannot wake up quietly
Like the sun does every day
The moon does when it rises
The stars when they come on
The words look at truth silently
Cannot describe what they see
For what is said is not what is seen
The world vanishes without desire
The fallen laugh for they have woken
Light cannot be nailed to the cross
Love that is buried is resurrected
Hatred is shamed and goes into hiding.
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