One Hundred Dollars – Where the Sparrows Drop

And in the airport, in the crowd my love she wept for me. She held her hand on my back small, as real as she could be. She said: “I love you for your eyes you know, because they see like mine. With every bomb, just see a sparrow, falling down in time.” She said, “Meet me where the sparrows drop, that’s where I’ll be waiting, every day till your return, just as the day is fading”.

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