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IX. White Birds The winds are blowing the world, The men are breathing the words. White birds are flying through the clouds, Through the clouds to their faraway home. The crack is full of light, The crack is in the blue skies. White birds are flying through the clouds, Through the clouds and "tis just their last try. Before the beings will have slumped, Before the end will have come, Hey, men, hey, winds, help those birds, Help white birds to reach their faraway home. Hey, men, hey, winds, help those birds, Help white birds to reach their favourite home.
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