Get the fox, chase the fox
Her running to the rainbow valley
Fur and flam and imagery, pity
Indifference never lived inside her trembling
Land is full of foxes chased
Tormented, backed against the wall
Darting eye watching indifference
Watching yet not seeing them
Indifference never ponders the pain
Ant trembling in the palm of hand
After the wagon wheel rolled through
Crushing the life they lived in
Stats, tears, epitaphs read
Of daughters, sons, and foxes gone
Indifference with a look of so
Stepping through, around their graves
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