| They say not far away, In fact upon that hill
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| They say that there’s a little girl there still
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| She wasn’t raised like the other kids
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| Miss Lynn, the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
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| The mother’s blind and keeps some birds as pets
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| That her baby is a human she forgets
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| In a tiny wire pen that little girl still sits
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| Miss Lynn, the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
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| She must be ten or eleven now
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| I heard she’s pretty but she don’t have all her wits
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| She is the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
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| Not having really neither wings nor beak
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| She never learned to walk or speak
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| To the child, the mother never says a word
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| To communicate, this little girl, she chirps like a bird
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| All the birds around they taught the little girl their language
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| When she’s not understood she starts to get real angry
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| So she waves her hands around just like they were her wings
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| Hope it when she’s happy, you should hear her sing!
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| I’ll leave the cage door open
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| We’ll see how far she gets
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| She’s known as the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
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| Kept like a pet in an old hen coop
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| The mother didn’t beat her and she gave her food
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| Still pitiful no care shown but it’s
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| The life of the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
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| A skinny thing with brittle glass-like bones
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| Was it wind in the trees or the Snow Hen’s moans?
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| From pursed perch from that attic she flits
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| Miss Lynn, the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
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| She must be ten or eleven now
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| I heard she’s pretty but she don’t have all her wits
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| She is the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
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| I’ll leave the cage door open
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| We’ll see how far she gets
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| She’s known as the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
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| She must be ten or eleven now
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| I heard she’s pretty but she don’t have all her wits
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| She is the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
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| I’ll leave the cage door open
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| We’ll see how far she gets
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| She’s known as the Snow Hen of Austerlitz |