What brings them blue birds?
These people who share the early hours
The sick lights of the carriage
Which burns to Waterloo
What kisses them and makes them better?
Her good book page by page
Her pens and paint that go on thick
His bicycle that negates the walking blues
How the hell do I know?
What am I babbling about?
These aren't happiness things
But instead essentials
Bits to get them through a turn
That starts too soon
Not ending until the next darkness
Haven't seen the town in daylight for an age
What would make them smile?
Maybe just asking that question is good for me
Lottery wins and lust enlivened
Not these little bits and trends
A real prize for the life they lead
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