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Over the sea
and high in the sky
the seagulls fly,

skating in the idle calm
of a white day.

Hand and wings;
they stroll about like kids
that fell in love

- a requiem for the human race -

and I regret to tell you

tell you what you see for yourself

I ceased to live when I was born -
of pain and hate never been warned.
And now I trace my steps behind,
to find at last my peace of mind

(a requiem for the human race)

(and I regret to tell you)

I don't know how to fly