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Big Bird

The eagle flies with two wings, the left, and the right, working together. The right says it's good, but the left says it's better. The body is one, resting at the center, the stabilizing, driving force of both sides despite the weather. Together, both wings fly liberally and fastidiously across the plane. As one, the bird keenly overlooks and surveys the moving train. From the train, many look up from time to time, but around November everyone looks up for a better view and peace of mind. O' bird, Big Bird with that eagle's eye just flying high, surveying and guiding the moving train as it passes by. Sometimes the left will appear better while the right is lesser, or vice versa. But the direction is always the same because the body is at the center for sure.

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