upon the endless mountain top, roaming a nonexistent plain,
was a blue bird, who sore across the skies.
singing a melody of joy is what he sang.
living up top the roof of a suburbia, on a motionless bane.
the bird rested on a tree, but black the heavens became!
the sky cracked, and all was come.
But alas poor blue bird ,for he has been slain.
then sky will no more be filled with song.
for then and then it rained.
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