I have seen life face to face.
I have kissed life on the lips.
Now, how can you call me dead?
Now, that I've drowned in her embrace.
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Birds are flyin' south for winter. Here's the Weird-Bird headin' north. Wings a-flappin', beak a-chatterin', cold head bobbin' back'n'forth. He says: It's not that I like ice, or freezin' winds and snowy ground. It's just sometimes it's kind of nice, to be "THE ONLY BIRD IN TOWN."
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