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Rain swirls down the windows evaporates to the sky at least that's how the story goe sit's the story of life bird choir, how I love your songs whisking your wings as long as the day is longmusic you bringbutterfly leavethe safety of homethe forest, a garden of eveis now your turn to roamgracefully runfrom any threatswho could outrun? not one! not one!so, little dear, don't fretto night they are boundan image of peaceit's eyes so roundas the owl eatsgoodbye little bird, butterfly, deer, and owlmy apologiesI leave with a scowl, we have something in common. Nothing to do but survive..