Three white doves on a tiled house roof, trading heights for days with a flock-flock of wings.
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The Vietnamese don't build houses to last. It is all enemy territory.
Stay nimble; choose your collaborations wisely; eat the birds.
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Three white doves on a red tiled roof, they hop too quickly to aim at. |
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But we are the supertourists. We stand outside, bigger than our own history. |
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