Bird that flew away, to a foreign place,
won't come back unchanged.
Sleepless as I lay, in my laboured state,
who would rather say:- "I want a new bird?"
My lover?

Sold myself away in the U.S.A. what a price I paid.
Hard 'tis to believe,
that they'd never seen salted waters green.

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