A little blue wren came again today,
as this day then, seventeen years ago,
was when, you left the bus and us.
You died in the street, before we would meet again.
was when, you left the bus and us.
You died in the street, before we would meet again.
So the wrens came to play in the flowering tree
as your spirit was visiting me.
Photo credit: Australian Broadcasting Commission,
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