Silence killed a mockingbird,
With no one left to hear,
With not one eye set on her.
She ceases to sing
If a tree falls and no one's there to hear it,
Does it truly make a sound?
Won't you cup your hands beneath it?
As she tumbles to the ground,
Sing a requiem.
Feathers floating on downstream,
On the screaming rush of tide.
If silence killed a mockingbird,
There's no body left to hide.
Oh, how I miss her warble now,
That gentle lifting swell,
No, she only sings her requiem,
In the silence that she dwells,
Sing a requiem.
My heart cries for her colours,
And those dark all-seeing eyes,
And if silence killed a mockingbird,
There's no morning surprise.
And the clouds gather confused,
Now she never writes the signs,
But the 'planes go on unfazed,
And burn the sky with their lines.
Sing a requiem.
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