As I sit under the cherry tree I feel something.
I can hear something, very close. Closer than my eyes to my face.
I made a friend with a Black Bird, and he was eating my brain.
From inside I could roll my eyes back and take a look.
What a cute little fellow, sun yellow eyes and a sand paper tongue.
He sings me a little tune as he nibbles at my human brain.
Do I stop him? Or do I keep the one friend I made?
Not sure if my knowledge is weakening because of him,
But I just leave him be. I can’t interrupt him, so he stays.
Every time I go near the cherry tree I feel something.
Every time I go near the cherry tree I feel something.
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