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Biiiiiiiirds! (I have no title for this piece of crap)
The bird is pushed from its nest
Too young, too frail
But maybe a young age is best
To learn about the world it had only observed
The bird falls from its nest
It must make its choice
To fly, or return to the realm of eternal rest
Its wings begin to flutter
The bird is leaving its nest
It flies and falls and flies again
It keeps on living, but maybe death is best
For life is full of pain.
