No one hears my painful lonely cries
You may not get sleep if you see me
In the melodious music of the night
My voice may be a melancholy that
Drills your heart for the mercies inside
I am an animal you have never seen
Having promulgated that I am extinct
What name would you give me?
In the spaces between high-rise buildings
In the shops that sell cheap liquor
On the highways
In the newspapers' picturers
Inside the books
Mine is an outline that disappears like lightening
It does not deserve the remembrance of
your highness
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