[00:00.00]The Hawk - Sonne Hagal
[00:22.80]Written by：Sonne Hagal
[00:45.61]Thou dost not fly thou art not perched
[00:51.92]The air is all around
[00:55.65]What is it that can keep thee set
[01:01.64]From falling to the ground
[01:18.37]The concentration of thy mind
[01:20.59]Supports thee in the air
[01:23.96]As thou dost watch the small young birds
[01:26.86]With such a deadly care
[02:13.49]My mind has such a hawk as thou
[02:17.03]It is an evil mood
[02:18.84]It comes when there's no cause for grief
[02:21.87]And on my joys doth brood
[02:24.76]Then do I see my life in parts
[02:27.23]The earth receives my bones
[02:30.22]The common air absorbs my mind
[02:32.73]It knows not flowers from stones
[02:41.17]It knows not flowers from stones