It's hula-boy with when owls cry.

Something bad has happened that she won't scream.

She circles over the death-be-lover,

Spies in lion and gravel and ponds.

She flew into a car,

So intent on the rabbit,

They ran underneath it.

We'll find where he lies.

I guess does cry.

I won't lie.

I come in the barn,

But it's not.

She dreams of flying on,

Over the snow in a covered hill.

She glides in slow motion,

Without sun,

On this grey November day.

The eyes fall shadow,

The eyes fall shadow,

Skin and neck stirers,

Over snow covered fields.

We always roll down.

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