Nobody ever thinks of the sparrow lover's wife
Raising pigs alone
For a sparrow lover who never comes home
I wish the sparrow lover's wife
Would pay the sparrow lover back in kind
Let the cuckoo wear cuckold's horns
It's true,
I was once the sparrow
But in truth, I'd rather be the sparrow's lover
To die in the middle
(To die in the heavens, no less)
Is a kinder fate than to live to the end.
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