cut off my tongue, then,
so I can’t say what I know,
and turn me into a nightingale
there are other ways to sing—
feel the sun, how it always tells the truth
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cut off my tongue, then,
so I can’t say what I know,
and turn me into a nightingale
there are other ways to sing—
feel the sun, how it always tells the truth