The owl flies as the hawk stands over searching for the kill

Though the doe is dead there are words said for her

The waterfall trickles from nowhere

Seeking the ocean

And through the concrete jungle comes a line that never will be said

The answer to our life

Unsure where to find

And I prefer the Imagine Dragons Machine

To the Tragically Hip one.

As the gull flies

Tell me please tell me

Grey skies

Or don’t

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