The Explanation of Birds, and I
There is a very unusual thing going on when nobody questions the fact that when a wild bird makes human contact, all the other birds ex-communicate him, and he shortly dies afterwards. There is harmony and communication between several breeds of birds that nobody can explain, except I. Spirits and souls, nobody really understands death like I do, for it is a celebration we shall cherish for a shallow eternity, figure eights on cherry hill, an infinity like symphony with notes of everything circular, lava within the core, a nucleus that forever explains, the strange electrons that circle the sunshine
But we must continue, through the many lives, from sad vanity chimes, to beautiful hot winter nights, snow melting at the sky, and evaporating just shortly after falling, like falling forever into a new, leave me like the color of fall, into this very scene of the movie I once saw, eyes as blue as sirens on top of the law
Fly fly away bird like a butterfly and forget you ever were a bird.
But we must continue, through the many lives, from sad vanity chimes, to beautiful hot winter nights, snow melting at the sky, and evaporating just shortly after falling, like falling forever into a new, leave me like the color of fall, into this very scene of the movie I once saw, eyes as blue as sirens on top of the law
Fly fly away bird like a butterfly and forget you ever were a bird.
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