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Birds singing and living,

  trying                trying                 trying                  trying
    
     trying                trying                  trying             ­      trying

           trying                trying                  trying             ­      trying

              trying                trying               ­   trying                   trying

                          to fly

                              Until, they don't sing anymore...            

Do they exist to fly?
                              No, they are mind-tortured for sport and die in cages,
                                                                ­                      
For me, the former me,

                                      Now I have died in my own of cage,

Koyaanisquatsi....      all for sport.

— The End —