So small
On a porch in Montreal
The setting sun
While Missy catches flies
For fun
It's not what I've had
To drink
That makes whatever I feel
It's not all that bad
If you assume
That what you say is your own doom
With much delight
Then flowers bloom in light just right
Tonight
It's not what they've had
To sip
That makes their petals
All sag and dip
Grass withers
Flowers fall
So small, so small
Can you hear the crow call
So small, so small

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