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Robin Egg Blue

	By all accounts, accounts it’s true
	Not that it matters much, much to the
	Blue To the
	Blue, to the
	Blue Heather
	Burns went, went to the field
	To gather robin’s eggs, eggs for her meal
	For her meal, for her meal
	Walking, she thought about
	A coward, years ago “
	Saint Jude, when will
	I learn?”
	A snake side-winded across her broken path
	But Heather knew better and thought: “
	What is done is done, what’s done is done”
	By all accounts, accounts it’s fine “
	One egg for
	Saint Jude, one egg is mine, one is mine, one is mine”
	She saw a nest, nest in an elm
	Not-so high, yet another realm
	Another realm, another realm
	Reaching up, she felt
	Two eggs with her fingers
	And lightly picked them out
	And lowering, one fell down “
	One for Jude!”, the snake said
	But Heather knew better and thought: “
	What is done is done, what’s done is done” “
	Can’t we raise the
	Dead anew?
	Call me Robin
	Egg Blue”
	By all accounts, accounts it’s through
	Not that it matters much to
	Robin Egg
	Blue Robin
	Egg Blue,
	Robin Egg
	Blue The snake followed her home
	Along the broken path
	The field needed to be burned
	Inside, she set the egg down “
	Should I not have been hungry?”
	But Heather knew better and thought: “
	What is done is done, what’s done is done”

	By all accounts, accounts it' s true
	Not that it matters much, much to the
	Blue To the
	Blue, to the
	Blue Heather
	Burns went, went to the field
	To gather robin' s eggs, eggs for her meal
	For her meal, for her meal
	Walking, she thought about
	A coward, years ago "
	Saint Jude, when will
	I learn?"
	A snake sidewinded across her broken path
	But Heather knew better and thought: "
	What is done is done, what' s done is done"
	By all accounts, accounts it' s fine "
	One egg for
	Saint Jude, one egg is mine, one is mine, one is mine"
	She saw a nest, nest in an elm
	Notso high, yet another realm
	Another realm, another realm
	Reaching up, she felt
	Two eggs with her fingers
	And lightly picked them out
	And lowering, one fell down "
	One for Jude!", the snake said
	But Heather knew better and thought: "
	What is done is done, what' s done is done" "
	Can' t we raise the
	Dead anew?
	Call me Robin
	Egg Blue"
	By all accounts, accounts it' s through
	Not that it matters much to
	Robin Egg
	Blue Robin
	Egg Blue,
	Robin Egg
	Blue The snake followed her home
	Along the broken path
	The field needed to be burned
	Inside, she set the egg down "
	Should I not have been hungry?"
	But Heather knew better and thought: "
	What is done is done, what' s done is done"