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When the winter winds litter London with lonely hearts~mumford & sons

I'm a sufferer

my hands hurt, they are tied with a rope.
as you can see,
but its my fault, I made a mistake.
this is my punishment,
this is my life.

I will help the birds

i hear the birds with their wings knocking on the petals.
They are agressive, and they are alone.
They are hungry but afraid.
So I climb on a ladder.
Get closer to my friends,
but they don't remember
and my life ends.