| It was the day, and then the shot came
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| From the sky, and then it was the night
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| But nothing in me was tired, so I did not sleep
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| Instead I waited in a bush
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| I sat and watched, but no one came
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| Except a rabbit and some dogs
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| But they did not give chase, as far as I could see
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| They’d lost their appetites, too
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| I spent some time making bird calls
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| But none responded out of fear
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| I dug myself a spider’s hole, and it was hungry work
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| And then I ate from my geo-stash
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| I made some notes for my legacy
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| With some mud on a rock
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| But I was not fulfilled without an audience
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| After a while I gave up
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| I missed a plane flying overhead
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| Through the sky and off into the night
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| I knew that I could not compete with that technology
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| So I designed a bear trap
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| I met by chance a great tall man
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| Who said he had a room full of orphans
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| He had them working round the clock preserving energy
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| He spoke about the keys to survival |