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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
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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