"Am I the only one
who is awake?
What's wrong with you people?
I've figured out the truth
but when I try to explain it
you all run away.
No one seems to agree with me
but me."
Friend, perhaps you might
listen to this feathered golden
thing of air.
She also tells the truth.
No words, yet everyone
stops, hears, and smiles.
Why?
Because knowledge
is not as important
as singing.
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