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Beating Souls

A swallow chick falls from the apple tree
The mother cries above
I kneel down to lift her up and together we fly to heaven
she goes right through but I remain


A king lays dying in his bed
his family stands a-waiting
I drink the tears they shed
and unlock his beating soul

You may feel the shiver of my breath
sense the footprints I leave behind
heavy with the hearts of many
though with none to call my own





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