Meadowlarks

Meadowlark, fly away down

I hold a cornucopia and a golden crown

for you to wear upon your fleece'd gown



A meadowlark sing to me



Hummingbird, just let me die

Inside the broken holes of your olive eyes.

I do believe you gave it your best try



A hummingbird sing to me



Mmmmmmm...



A hummingbird sing to me



Don't believe a word that I haven't heard,

Little children laughin' at the boys and girls,

The meadowlark singin' to you each and every day,

The archon on the hillside and the market in the hay.



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