The sea is burning.
Family is lost in din.
Your voice is a distant echo
Even as I brush your skin.
Day bake betrays the primal allure of night.
But when the stink of oil and death
And the rumble of steel fills the world;
When there is nothing...
When there are no calves and you are alone
Remember then.
We tried to go back.
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My parrot was sitting close by when I played this, (he was chirping and talking and playing loudly) and he instantly quieted down and tried to get closer to the sound. I showed him the screen and he seemed in awe. "Me too," I told him.
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