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Be still, bird of winter prey |
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Lay down your faster thinning frame |
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Be gone the salting of the wound |
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Return the harvest we once knew |
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We're more than just the blood of what we've done |
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More than just the blood of what we've done |
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Dry mouth, the water soon will rise |
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New birds will feather up the sky |
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Shake until they pass |
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What words of them will last |
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More than just the blood of what we've done |
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More than just the blood of what we've done |
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Let sleep your eyes until the morning comes |
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We're more than just the blood of what we've done |
