| He’s with me always, by my side
My friend, protector and my guide. He is my life, my hope, my breath For he detects the smell of death.
The gas that through the tunnel spills And in a single moment kills Is stripped of all its power and force By my canary friend, of course.
Who would have thought a tiny bird Could mean so much, it’s so absurd. And yet my safety so relies Upon this angel in disguise.
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