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His Island

In this lonely island I was born alone
In this high island I breathed the cloud
I drank dew when I got thirsty
I chewed roots and bugs when I got hungry

One day a crow flew here and said,
A child living on the turtle head!
I've never seen such thing for five hundred winters!

I opened my mouth for the first time and said,
What is the turtle?
The crow tutted and flew away
That's how my day returned to the old days

Cocky asshole