| Wrapped in the wings of a sparrow
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| Beak is as sharp as an arrow
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| Sings in a whispering whistle
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| Sleeps in the ivy and thistle
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| Owls out swooping and howling
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| Deep in the midnight a' prowling
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| Mama the scream of the eagle
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| Threading my heart through the needle
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| Threading the blood through the apple
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| Sucking the juice from the apple
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| Eating the seeds of the apple
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| Bearing the tree of the apple
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| Trapped in the weeds like a scarecrow
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| Stuck to the wind like Velcro
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| Distantly hearing the bell toll
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| Warbling chime through the meadow
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| Mama the scream of the eagle
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| Threading my heart through the needle
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| Threading the blood through the apple
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| Eve sucked the juice from the apple
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| Nakedly running I saw her
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| Boy chasing after to stall her
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| I wish I’d have spoken to call her
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| Before she found fabric to shawl her
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| Breasts bound and burdened with fiber
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| Adam came trembling beside her
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| And he said, he said
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| «She has the poison inside her
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| She talks to snakes and they guide her
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| She has the poison inside her
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| She talks to snakes and they guide her
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| She has the poison inside her
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| She talks to snakes and they guide her»
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| She has the poison inside her
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| She talks to snakes and they guide her |