He would have to settle for an unmarked grave, if you could call it that, and his bleached white bones, stripped clean by wild dogs in a dry riverbed on the outskirts of Kabul, not unlike the one he
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Fly fly fly
Can you see the blue blue sky?
So free and glee
You will ever be.
Fly as high as you can
To make our voices surge.
Try as hard as you can
To make our dreams worth.
Birds migrate
and so do we.
From one place to another
We always flee.
Can you see the blue blue sky?
So free and glee
You will ever be.
Fly as high as you can
To make our voices surge.
Try as hard as you can
To make our dreams worth.
Birds migrate
and so do we.
From one place to another
We always flee.
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