The birds are wondering what went wrong.
All their air and land is gone.
What have thoes blind people done?
My wings fill as though their yielding a ton.
It happened late last night,
My eyes beheld a frightful sight.
The mushrooms they did rise.
And then I heard the peoples cries.
How will I ever get along?
When theres no one around to hear mt song.
I'll sing to life, I'll sing to death.
As I take my one last breath.
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