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How the little birds sing as they yearn
Will always be a mystery to humanity
If history repeats,
Who are we to compete?
Will we ever learn,
How the little bird sings as it yearns?
Kill flesh and innocence
for even the smallest riches.
Burn those thought to be witches
Pose as one who you are not
Will we ever learn,
that history repeats itself?
The little birds sing as they yearn
for all that should be right
and all that isn't wrong
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