And one of the birds
lift a wing,
shows me the radar ring
And I want to love her to oblivion.
..
Let’s sing a tree song.
Let’s see an intense wrong
and bleed like sap so tasty
on your flour morning.
..
I want her to love before
and I want her to lose the scanner
and there is a forest somewhere
for our endangered freedom.
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