Living there is not life here. We must choose a place. Give up to get us.
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Here you only hear wind from this proud city of cries, screams, shouts, and wails.
Butter slides slowlyAcross my morning flapjackGolden as the sun
Climb above the clouds The moon can no longer hide We hide together.
The waves here are slow Constant like my tireless heart After a dark night
The chicken at the top Can’t understand what he does To bottom chickens
Life is beautiful Even in death there is life Death is beautiful
The trees are waiting When night comes just as we do For the sun to rise