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Fresh air, blowing on me,

Outside, I see the playful birds,

Walk there but I am feeling lonely,

They run from the movement that they heard,

Crowds talk and they don’t hear my listening words

Caught in the tunnel of their words,

Curious I feel it’s grip tightening,

Sucked into the pool my train has stirred,

Let the birds teach some things of the air

You might be telling secrets of gold unaware.

There’s a whole lot of people, and of course you want to share,

But birds wouldn’t let themselves be chowed up by bear.

Let the birds teach you something of the air,

Fresh air, outside, I see the playful birds,

They run from the movement that they just heard.

You might tell secrets of gold unaware,

Could be caught in the tunnel of your words,

I’m sucked into the pool my brain has stirred,

But birds don’t let themselves be chowed by bears,

So if you do not want the world to know,

Of this and that or maybe much, much more,

Of how this is, and open is frightening,

Then keep your eyes open though they may glow,

Eyes are the window, but mouth the souls door.