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I was not woken by the rooster |
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Nor by the crow's tough song |
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But the midnight cry of a blood red bird |
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Brought this sleeplessness on |
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Threw open the window |
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Moonlight on a black garden of thorns |
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And the cool wind on my sweat |
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What cries home |
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Where cries from |
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A blood red bird lies in the woods |
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Weeping into dead leaves |
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With wing torn and jutting bone |
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What hand bent it to bust |
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To be ueseless |
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What hand i could have done it |
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With two fingers |
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A blood red bird |
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A blood red bird |
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We can continually sink into each other |
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Just deep enough to rip out a bit more flesh |
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When we move away |
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A scarf of skin trailing out behind |
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Like an arrow |
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I was only passing through |
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A blood red bird |
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A blood red bird |
