Chunks #2
Wash away,
wash away,
let the rain,
wash you away.
O little bird,
what do you feel?
sitting in the tree,
under the thick rain,
while knowing,
knowing,
the tree can fall,
the rain can worsen,
a hail may come.
O little bird,
what do you feel?
sitting in the tree,
under the rain.
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