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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=77768" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Birds Of St. Marks</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(from the jackson browne: going home video)<br>Oh how sadly sound the songs the queen must sing of dying<br>A prisoner upon her throne of melancholy sighing<br>If she could see her mirror now<br>She would be free of those who bow and<br>Scrape the ground before her feet<br>Silently she walks among her dying midnight roses<br>Watches as each moment goes that never really know us<br>And so it seems she doesn't care<br>If she has dreams of no one there<br>Within the shadows of her room<br>But all my frozen words agree, and say it's time to<br>Call back, all the birds i sent to<br>Fly behind her castle walls, and i'm<br>Weary of the nights i've seen<br>Inside these empty halls<br>Wooden lady turn and turn among my weary secrets<br>And wave within the hours past and other empty pockets<br>Maybe we've found what we have lost<br>When we've unwound so many crossed entangling<br>Misunderstandings; but<br>All my frozen words agree and say it's time to<br>Call back all the birds i sent to<br>Fly behind her castle walls, and i'm<br>Weary of the nights i've seen<br>Inside these empty walls</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Jackson Browne - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=77768" data-title="Birds Of St. Marks" data-description="(from the jackson browne: going home video) Oh how sadly sound the songs the queen must sing of dying A prisoner upon her throne of melancholy sighing If she could see her mirror now She would be free of those who bow and Scrape the ground before ..."></div> </div> </div>
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