Mama I plead the dawn
Red fern by northern star
Pick her teeth, little fox child
With the dead moon in her jaw
Carry me in candle glow
Grape waves roll fleet
The rip tide, little fox child
Tear me asunder
Paper read me
Come and search me, page
I everything to loose
Gentle grassy gyres gloat
The rip tide, little fox child
Pick her teeth, little fox child
Tear me asunder, little fox child
Tear me asunder, a cinder
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