Out of towners and their children Watched us when we went to kill some Wolverines who tried to hide Their babies but the puppies cried
No one succeeds If they scatter their seeds Where the wind and the weeds Are pleased
Then the children went to pet The baby animals who bit their fingers Causing blood to blow Around like rosebuds in the snow
I didn't do it So you'll let me leave, won't you?
No one succeeds If they scatter their seeds Where the wind and the weeds Are pleased
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