Thus, the Bird Spoke
When the bird took a rest
To put down his wing
On the soil
He already ended his life
Through thirty thousand years
The most part of his wing
Returned to the land
But the bone was left
Which is bathed
In ephemeral sunlight of
North America
The discovery of the bones
Immediately ran around the world
Famous and non-famous pianists
Offered their compositions
As his requiem
Listening to them
He made a vow:
Be born again, and play
Those beautiful compositions
By himself
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