Birds went to see the winds
And you to pay your bills
Or maybe that's just
What I've been told
I am still here
In the garden of doubts
Sitting underneath of a tree
Waiting for an apple, maybe piano
Or I don't know
Whatever gonna come
Even a bird pee
I hope it's gonna be the pee
From the same birds
Went to see the winds
But among them
I want to pee of the bird
Who knows what you did
At the end of story
When all the birds were home
But not with broken wing.
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