.I plucked out all of my plumage, and I can keep nothing down
Peacock with poor body image, and a temple that's sure to be torn to the ground
I'm tired all the time, the lullaby become the dirge
I've put on loose fitting finery for the ultimate purge
She will fast another night sink stead.
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