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A bird's life

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Flying from the end of time
Fleeing diurnal misery
The birds don't know to suffer
Flutter and peck at morsels
Sustenance for an ave
Stars and death- one is closer
For the ave it's the stars
Higher they climb unaware
Our psychodrama busrides
Beneath the point of a steeple
Inaudible thus unreal
The aves gather
The end of time
Eludes their