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Everyone must do good
To wind upwhere hé should
In wide blue high skies
With no soreness a little bord flies
All of sud de a black mist
Came to disturb his sight a bit
Throwing away heure and there hi swings
Thé bird endeavours in pain
Aware that this was thé deed of man
Cos this mistry fog when it began
It was is and Will always be blessé by that man