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oh fragile lovehow  much your  bright yellow ball of birth doth call me
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 i couldn't  kill you if  i tried
those first first steps you take
stumble to mother
fall down towards mother
cry for mother
cluck away
B
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now your on the conveyor belt of  life
elctro beats  vaporise you head
the  one  last rave bfore bed
and  you  lie on  a sweet plate of potatoes and carrots
stuffed with sage and  onion
soaked in gravy
cluck no more
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