I slipped in to life
From the world unknown
I slipped in to life
Like a bird
That has taken a wrong route
Having the wings
Of age and experience
I will fly
As I should fly
I will slip into death
To meet the world unknown
I will slip in to death
Like a bird
That has taken a right path
Losing the wings
Of age and experience
I will go
As I should go
As I will be seen
A bird that was flying
I shall be known
A bird that was missing
Between flying
And missing
What was the gain?
And on my behalf
What will remain?
O my spirit,
What is your quality?
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