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White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
I climb higher when hot, But beware my rage, I’ll kill with a breath, If I can escape my cage
He's dead with a metal bar across his back. When a woman sees him, she is very pleased. This was all perfectly legal. What's going on?
I don't have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now I'm white and empty.
If you have it, you want to share it. If you share it, you don't have it.
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.