Downhill, downhill little bird
Your life is sloping downward
You stand in a minefield all alone
And the dust will never settle.

Careful, careful little bird
And keep your wits about you
His hand, her hand, all their hands
Run, lest you let them catch you.

Diary of a girl with a constant headache.

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