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The albatross is flying south
Toward the place where nothing hurts, He cuts the sky, he steals the wind He sees the sun, goes blind and bleeds. Under the moon the wolf is shouting. He shouts with pride?...or is it fear? What keeps the earth around the sun? The answer - he will never ask... For millions of years the human race Had learned to walk, had learned to talk, Had learned to think, they've learned to kill. What do they use ? The killer instinct. And now I'm thinking...: what the hell? What could i do but hide and swear, I'm nothing that a man should be, But neither you, my primate friend...
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