His mood was melancholy His attitude severe His inner burden Weighed upon him mightily A bird as never seen in books Flew in overhead A kind of dove it might have been But not a sound was said
All the ancient knowledge lay In pieces on the ground The cause of all his suffering Was not for love of me.
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Suzanne Vega
His attitude severe
His inner burden
Weighed upon him mightily
A bird as never seen in books
Flew in overhead
A kind of dove it might have been
But not a sound was said
All the ancient knowledge lay
In pieces on the ground
The cause of all his suffering
Was not for love of me.