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They say not far away, |
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In fact upon that hill |
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They say that there's a little girl there still |
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She wasn't raised like the other kids |
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Miss Lynn, the |
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Snow Hen of |
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Austerlitz |
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The mother's blind and keeps some birds as pets |
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That her baby is a human she forgets |
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In a tiny wire pen that little girl still sits |
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Miss Lynn, the |
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Snow Hen of |
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Austerlitz |
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She must be ten or eleven now |
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I heard she's pretty but she don't have all her wits |
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She is the |
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Snow Hen of |
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Austerlitz |
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Not having really neither wings nor beak |
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She never learned to walk or speak |
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To the child, the mother never says a word |
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To communicate, this little girl, she chirps like a bird |
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All the birds around they taught the little girl their language |
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When she's not understood she starts to get real angry |
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So she waves her hands around just like they were her wings |
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Hope it when she's happy, you should hear her sing! |
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I'll leave the cage door open |
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We'll see how far she gets |
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She's known as the |
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Snow Hen of |
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Austerlitz |
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Kept like a pet in an old hen coop |
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The mother didn't beat her and she gave her food |
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Still pitiful no care shown but it's |
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The life of the |
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Snow Hen of |
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Austerlitz |
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A skinny thing with brittle glass-like bones |
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Was it wind in the trees or the |
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Snow Hen's moans? |
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From pursed perch from that attic she flits |
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Miss Lynn, the |
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Snow Hen of |
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Austerlitz |
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She must be ten or eleven now |
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I heard she's pretty but she don't have all her wits |
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She is the |
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Snow Hen of |
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Austerlitz |
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I'll leave the cage door open |
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We'll see how far she gets |
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She's known as the |
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Snow Hen of |
|
Austerlitz |
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She must be ten or eleven now |
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I heard she's pretty but she don't have all her wits |
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She is the |
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Snow Hen of |
|
Austerlitz |
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I'll leave the cage door open |
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We'll see how far she gets |
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She's known as the |
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Snow Hen of |
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Austerlitz |
