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They grin. They fly. They scream. They cry. They whimper. They grieve. They sing. They breath. They go back and fix The words they misspell They sing to their heavens For those that fell They bring all their worries To their churches with awe They whisper to God Their Buddha, their Krishna They take all their worries to the doctors with a sneeze They lay down their swords and fall to their knees Who are they you ask It's you, it's me It's everyone here It's this flower, this tree It's the bee buzzing by With pollen on her knees The whisper in the wind And the truth we all see They grin. They fly. They scream. They cry. They whimper. They grieve. They sing. They breath. They sit down to pray To shadow the ways Those prior have taken An oath and to say Their intentions are near All around 'em they sit Stood up in the clear To accept is it fit? We grin. We fly. We scream. We cry. We whimper. We grieve. We sing. We breath. We grin. We fly. We scream. We cry. We whimper. We grieve. We sing. We breath.  |
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