I guess you'd call it a bucket list?

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One morning
I'd like to go outside early
And watch the birds
Dance their complex and beautiful patterns
In the cold, frigid air

I have seen so much of the night
I have watched the stars twinkle and play
I have heard the mighty owls fight beak and claw
But I have never seen a sunrise
And never watched those small agile sparrows and swallows and tits play and sing

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