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Birds singing

The birds flew high

To the top of the tree

By the sunset time

Gathering to sleep.

The sun went down

Darker and darker,

To meet the Moon,

The keeper of the Earth.

I heard the birds singing

So I sang to them.

Evolution is everything.

The weak will stay behind.

The birds sang

And I sang my song to them.

Then they stopped singing,

When I returned home.


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