"Hush little baby, don't you cry, momma's going to buy you a mockingbird and if that mockingbird don't sing..."
That silent mockingbird sitting on my shoulder
Seems so innocent but rather
Deeper depths lie underneath.
It may try and cast away tears and
Rock my little self to sleep but
It is the tear stained pillow that is left behind
When the little mockingbird no longer sings.
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