Green Finch and Linnet Bird

Green Finch and Limit, but Nightingale Blackboard, how is it you say? How can you prove it, sitting in cages, never taking way?

All inside the sky, waves back coming, back coming, just beyond the walls? How can you remain staring at the rain, bound by the stars? How is it to say, anything? How is it to say?

My creatures, many rooms, damas, can't dock Nothing there seems, thought even my luck Longs never will you know when their captive Teach me to be more adept in Our grief and shell in it, bow to nineteen gale-brown wood Teach me how to sing If I cannot fly, let me see 5.1.S. 53