A MEADOW TRAGEDY
Here's a meadow full of sonshine
Ripe grasses lush and high;
There's a reaper on the roadway,
And a lark hangs in the sky.
There's a nest of love enclosing
Three little beaks that cry;
The reaper's in the meadow
And a lark hangs in the sky.
Here's a mead all full of summer,
And tragedy goes by
With a knife amongst the grasses,
And a song up in the sky.
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