Say something secret
In an old order hush
Trouble and suffering in a lovely rhythm
A homespun clapboard blackstrap thrush
Devoted loyal
Undertake the toil
Beware of what come natural
Undertake the spoil
In a fist
It was cruel
And it came all too natural
As a younger child
A headstrong folklore strawrifle crutch
Thresh a crop defiles
In a fist full of sand
It came natural in a fist
Full of land
What are you about Say something secret In an old order hush Trouble and suffering in a lovely rhythm A homespun clapboard blackstrap thrush Devoted loyal Undertake the toil Beware of what come natural Undertake the spoil In a fist It was cruel And it came all too natural As a younger child A headstrong folklore strawrifle crutch Thresh a crop defiles In a fist full of sand It came natural in a fist Full of land Explain Request ×
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