Bits and Pieces


Bits and Pieces
I have to tell you bits and pieces
Of all these million songs and languages.
Maybe now it’s the time.
I always knew it would come,
When I grew old.
Now it’s the time.
God, and you are so pure.
So pure.
And I? Can I still be?
But no, pure devil I was,
I am.
Eagle flying high.

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