The birds they sang, At break of day: “Start again,” I hear them say. It’s so hard to just walk away… The birds they sang, All a choir: “Start again, a little higher…” It’s a spark in a sea of grey. The sky is blue— Dream that lie, ’til it’s true… Then taking back the …
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Les Tigres
There is a story of a woman running away from tigers. She runs and runs, and the tigers are getting closer and closer. When she comes to the edge of a cliff, she sees some vines there, so she climbs down and holds on to the vines. Looking down, she sees that there are tigers …