| Birds fall from the window ledge above mine.
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| Then they flap their wings at the last second.
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| You see birds fall from the window ledge above mine.
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| Then they flap their wings at the last second.
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| I can see their dead weight
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| Just dropping like stones
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| For small loaves of bread
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| Past my window all the time.
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| But unless I get up Walk across the room
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| And peer down below
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| I don’t see their last second curves
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| Toward a horizontal flight.
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| All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones.
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| Now due to a construct in my mind
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| That makes their falling and their flight
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| Symbolic of my entire existence,
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| It becomes important for me To get up and see
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| Their last second curves toward flight.
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| It’s almost as if my life will fall
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| Unless I see their ascent.
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| Mr. Mastodon Farm,
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| Mr. Mastodon Farm,
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| Cuts swatches out of all material.
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| Mr. Mastodon Farm,
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| Mr. Mastodon Farm,
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| Cuts swatches out of all material.
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| Birds fall from the window ledge above mine.
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| Then they flap their wings at the last second.
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| I said birds fall from the window ledge above mine.
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| Then they flap their wings at the last second.
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| But unless I get up,
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| Walk across the room
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| And peer down below,
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| I won’t see their last second curves
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| Toward a, a horizontal flight.
|
| All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones.
|
| Now due to a construct in my mind
|
| That makes their falling and their flight
|
| Symbolic of my entire existence,
|
| It becomes important for me To get up and see
|
| Their last second curves toward flight.
|
| It’s almost like my life will fall,
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| My life will fall,
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| Unless I see their ascent.
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| Mr. Mastodon Farm,
|
| Mr. Mastodon Farm,
|
| Cuts swatches out of all material.
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| Mr. Mastodon Farm,
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| Mr. Mastodon farm,
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| Cuts swatches out of all material.
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| Mr. Mastodon Farm,
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| Mr. Mastodon farm,
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| Cuts swatches out of all material. |