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Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Too Many Birds

If...

If you...

If you could...

If you could only...

If you could only stop...

If you could only stop your...

If you could only stop your heart...

If you could only stop your heart beat...

If you could only stop your heart beat for...

If you could only stop your heart beat for one...

If you could only stop your heart beat for one heart...

If you could only stop your heart beat for one heart beat.


You fly all night to sleep on stone,

To return to the tree with

Too many birds,

Too many birds,

Too many birds.
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