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Jackson Browne
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The Birds Of St. Marks
作词：Jackson Browne
Oh, how sadly sound the songs the queen must sing of dying
A prisoner upon her throne, the melancholy sighing
If she could see her mirror now, she would be free of those who bow
And scrape the ground beneath her feet
Silently she walks among her dying midnight roses
And watches as each moment goes that never really know us
And so it seems she doesn't care, if she has dreams of no one there
Within the shadows of her room
But all my frozen words agree and say it's time to
Call back, all the birds I sent to fly behind her castle walls
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And I'm weary of the nights I've seen
Inside these empty halls
Wooden lady turn and turn among my weary secrets
And wave within the hours past and other empty pockets
Maybe we've found what we have lost
When we've unwound so many crossed, entangling, misunderstandings
But all my frozen words agree and say it's time to
Call back all the birds I sent to fly behind her castle walls
And I'm weary of the nights I've seen
Inside these empty walls
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