Go Away Nightingale
Who is this that wake
me up before dawn,
with songs as of those
that mourn?
Oh, nightingale.
Go.
Go away
Go away,
to the old that is
nigh unto death.
Your song beseem them.
Go away.
To the crowd beneath
the earth.
They need a shallow friend.
Go away.
your sonorous voice
do not befit a good day.
You sing to me at night.
You sing to me before dawn.
Go away
For when i need you to sing,
you are always on flight.
poem by Enebeli Ifyprada
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