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January, 11th 2007 02:14 AM 

I may be mad, you can never tell

On the state of ones mind, it's best not to dwell

For I hear things, that no one else hears

And fear things, that no one else fears

Like will the world still be here tomorrow

The thought of no world fills me with sorrow

For where would all the little birds go

They'd fly and fly, till they flew too slow

And when they tired and could fly no more

They'd fall from the sky, but with nowhere to fall

They'd fall and fall in eternal sorrow

I hope for the birds the world's here tomorrow

 

by:legal eagle from down the pub

 

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