I can fake a phoenix
But underneath it all
Is the sparrow.
I could masquerade as your fire and sun
But underneath it all
Is the silence and the dark side of the moon.
Trust me.
You don’t want to go underneath it all
And when the sparrow becomes visible,
Run to a sun and blind yourself in it’s rays.
You don’t want to caress a sparrow,
Don’t want to hear her song,
See the dark side of the moon.
Seek the phoenix.
Who would desire the sparrow?
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