The birds of America were
Removed.
They once lived in clear skies,
Heaven,
But were removed.
They lifted their homes onto the train,
They had to
Go.
They left, moving to the melody of a
Broken
Sky, a sky that was
Prettier
Last year.
A sky,
Not an abandon desert,
Gasping
For air.
The birds of America were
Removed.
They once lived in clear skies,
Heaven,
But were removed.
They lifted their homes onto the train,
They had to
Go.
The naked truth of
Divine.
Removed.
They once lived in clear skies,
Heaven,
But were removed.
They lifted their homes onto the train,
They had to
Go.
They left, moving to the melody of a
Broken
Sky, a sky that was
Prettier
Last year.
A sky,
Not an abandon desert,
Gasping
For air.
The birds of America were
Removed.
They once lived in clear skies,
Heaven,
But were removed.
They lifted their homes onto the train,
They had to
Go.
The naked truth of
Divine.


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