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WHEN THE SUN RISES THE MOON DIES THE WIND BLOWS AND WE BREATHE IT THROUGH OUR NOSE THE BIRDS FLY AND ITS BABIES CRY WHAT A WONDERFUL THING TO SEE SOMETIMES THE PLANE CRASHES SOMETIMES THE CARS DASHES HUMANS DIE WE CRY WHAT A SORROWFUL THING TO SEE by Harry martins