A child once came and asked me,
Why is it that I’m alive?
Though I don’t know the answer,
We all will one day die.

A man once tried to smite thee,
That same man once dreamed to fly.
Though the smog of life turns all unclear,
We all will soon ask why.

A woman once married a king,
So she could spend sky high.
Though that reason’s somewhat weird,
She bid her lover good-bye.

A bird once lost it’s wing,
And found the end was nigh.
So flew her to the closest pier,
And there she bid good-night.

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