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Band: Pieces of Eight in a Jukebox

Doors Closing Slowly (e.p. title)

And I ran out crying into the open, but it was snowing.

Only it wasn't snow. It was the skeletons of birds, falling from the sky.

They crunched underfoot as I ran. And then I saw that they were trying to move. ..

Even the ones I had crunched to bits...

The whole world was covered with dead birds... Trying to fly