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I bought you a black tin box
Something to put your jewelry in
But it stuck me as the property of the childless
It was cold and roman
And the edges were sharp

Take me down the hillside
Show me where they used to play

Black sheep, black sheep
In the after shocks
Thought he could survive
In the black tin box

I mailed you a dutch post card
Where I tried to be comforting
There were kids, my neighbors, on the sidewalk
Playing superman

But the edges were sharp

Take me down the hillside
Show me where they used to play

Your sisters and you
Running through the orange light of the after-day

Black sheep, black sheep
In the after shocks
Thought he could survive
In the black tin box

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