Raining slapping on the window pane An hour or more of teeming Storm punching like a hurricane That tore him out of dreaming Air screaming through the slightest gap Rattling between the frame and the sill Drapes hanging from the final act When I had you still One lonely bird is singing Lower the hood hung of his lament Dash him down on cold cement One Bell Ringing Flies buzzing round strip search light They've got him down on his knees He thinks of honey dripping from a spoon Girls whispering in Portuguese Between muzzle and the black site Electrical contact Deny your name and then carry the blame Somewhat after the fact One lonely bird is singing Lower the hood hung on that last lament Dash him down on cold cement One Bell Ringing
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