May 14, 2009
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Through branches brown and leaves of green I see
My brothers three are sitting next to me
All round me smells like times of life and death
I hear the trees, their breathing quiet breath
My mom returns with food and drink for me
Then flies away unto eternity
It soon will come to leave the nest with her
And where we go I still remain unsure
But we will fly with angels at our side
And we will fly ignoring sirens’ cries
And we will fly through times of rain and snow
To find the place of where we both must go
We are not sure of where this place may be
We could just fly unto eternity

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