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A bird with a sick father and a kitchen that moves around
A tribal sloth, and a fox, whose experiments cannot be bound
Hear of a special magic that might grant every desire
And meet in a forest that regularly sets itself on fire
As they swing between selfishness, and finding the perfect day
The fires get out of control, and the history books will forever say
The first sentient tree that Somnia knew, was kind, wise and a shelter to all
But when tempting magic comes to call, the trees in the forest might forever fall