.Upon being plucked before being ripe
I can pray my rind won't taste bitter
Red funeral, the pallbearer's grip slipped
The casket split and bled feathers
Turbulent nights when the grey really showed
He rocked her to sleep much better
Give me some children to fill the hole
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