Little bird, as you look from above,
what do you find that you can love?
Life is a burden, for old to raise new,
and why? Well, just to continue.
You don't contemplate love, or any of that.
Your life really sucks, and you may one day be a hat.
So, it really confuses me, and I can't understand why,
when you jump to your death, you do it to fly...
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