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The scarecrow waits on the hill all day
And a sparrow calls as the evening falls
We covered the mountain like snow
We covered the forest like crows
And we lie down where the lilacs grow

Your hands look small and the skin is so cold
With your nails all cracked like beetles' backs
They'll cover the village like ghosts
They'll cover the mountain like crows
But they'll find us where our blood meets the snow
Where the lilacs grow

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