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I used to believe the evil I had no reason to fly I did not believe that i had wings Someone tucked them in deep I am convinced the plan was never for them to be found I used to believe the ohana
I saw a black bird today  I noticed its beauty  The grace it held, when it flew away  Don't know where it went but I know it was doing its duty  I saw that same black bird again 
I had the chance to leave. I could have been free, to never be hurt again. So young, so dumb, I stayed and it begin. I spent my life loving you, since we were kids.
Destroyed from the inside out,A tragedy sinners do not mourn.No pity for a star.   Here bright and burning,Here dark and cold,Alive as a star,Dead as a star.  
I. This man, though some considered sour, died from laughter. II. A pair of identical twins, could never tell them apart so one wonders who got this spot.
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