Every single, bird i find Pidgeon, or some sort of crow, I bring it where, the plants'll grow Praying that, it wouldn't snow
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Stitchin up, her wounds again Golden, and slightly rotten What colour, was her feathered dress? Can't remember, my minds a mess
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My lungs, found it, hard to breathe Without me, she couldn't grieve What a life, i just killed a dove Asphyxiation, in foxglove I- dont know how, it got to this Just burn it down, my hearts amiss
Based this song off a certain corpse i found, it made me a bit depressed for a while