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Okay. So, I want him to sing all of his songs to me. He chooses not to. Somehow, I got to know about others of his kind. They can’t fly like him though. They plan to live all of their lives without flying. They never want to leave their planets either. He arranged a few spaceships and invited some of his friends to my planet. They were singing their songs too, but I don’t think they were rockstars. They couldn’t even fly. He was making efforts for them, they didn’t care. One of his friends claimed to know all of his songs by heart. She began singing and their eyes were misty. For me though, the tune was off. I told them that it wasn’t his song since there wasn’t any melody. They said, ‘But you’re little and just a crumpled paper crane.’
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