The the Oh, Oh, I'm not. I made up a word that turn to fly. into flesh.

Scaring all the birds back to the names. The more. The morning come and now smile I sway my head from side to side with the wind and rain that travel past. Oh, uh, ha ha, ha, ha, ha, uh,

uh, uh, All the dew do cross they cross in fear.

Will you lay me back?

I want to be lying.

A lie inside a silver birch and through the smoke you catch the

the you catch the sun a boat is just some wood that wants to burn. Oh, Oh, I'm not born a pollen full of strive.

I'm not born a pollen full of strife.

We are not afraid of you no more.

The cross ran down from the nest to steal the grain you can't protect the crows fly down and pack your face

your eyes and nose and there I'm not sure now. No's you're there. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, uh, uh, uh, uh,

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