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If ire is not a friend to me, then I might live in peace. |
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I'd give away my wooden ears |
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Help you teach your frozen lips to speak |
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You have not stolen dear, but you can hardly sleep. |
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The horns and shells you've gathered here |
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One day, the one you battle might be me. |
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Let your bird go lost |
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I will bring her back to you in spring. |
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She won't change at all |
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Let your sparrow fall to what might be. |
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And when you're done your howling and done with everything |
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If she is gone for months again |
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Will you still say you watch for sparrow wings? |
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You have not stolen, dear, but I can plainly see |
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The horns and shells you're holding here |
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One day, the one you battle might be me. |
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Let your bird go lost |
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I will bring her back to you in spring. |
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She won't change at all |
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Let your sparrow fall to what might be. |
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She won't change at all |
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Let your sparrow fall. |
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She won't change at all |
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Let your sparrow fall. |
