| I go out back to look up at her
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| Smiling unluckily at my red fur
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| And into my own I meld my nose
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| My full-sized child is fully unclothed
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| Birdies say I got no children, birdies never know
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| In my hidden life I’ve made a seedling grow
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| When it is cold I shelter her in The wazimy warmth of the monkey skin
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| And into my own I fold my head
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| My full-sized child with full-sized spread
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| Birdies say I got no children, birdies never know
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| In my hidden life I’ve made a seedling grow
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| Hawks and doves and power fists
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| Black hand gripping our kid’s wrists
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| Lanterns and arrows and little monk fish
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| They grant my every child wish
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| And birdies say I got no children, birdies never know
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| In my hidden life I’ve made a seedling grow
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| Birdies say I got no children, birdies never know
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| In my hidden life I’ve made a seedling grow
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| (Birdies say I got no children, birdies never know)
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| (In my hidden life I’ve made a seedling grow)
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| (Birdies say I got no children, birdies never know)
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| (In my hidden life I’ve made a seedling grow) |