Birds follow my commuting train
And measure with me to the south
In this rainy day.
Their voices are far,
their wings looking for adventure in the lab,
My hands in a bag of chips
Fitted for breakfast.
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Birds follow my commuting train
And measure with me to the south
In this rainy day.
Their voices are far,
their wings looking for adventure in the lab,
My hands in a bag of chips
Fitted for breakfast.