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White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
It is a sound of empty, speak and it'll talk back plenty. But all the more you yack, you'll get the same words back.
My head bobs lazily in the sun. You think I'm cute. For my face is yellow my hair is white and my body is green.
In many years, not much has happened. In many minutes, a lot has happened. In one second, everything has happened.
Tool of thief, toy of queen. Always used to be unseen. Sign of joy, sign of sorrow. Giving all likeness borrowed.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.