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There was a bird but now it's gone.
It had wings for flight, it flew away.
Hide and seek is just a game.
Why would I want to play?

You never knew how hard it went.
Life goes along with what it wants.
The owl in the tree saw everything,
But the crime was committed long ago.

Ah, how she screams. Oh, how she screams.
Doesn't the sound make your blood curdle?
Oh, the tears. Ah, the tears.
Can't anything ever go as planned?
Your mind couldn't handle it.

Knock once, knock twice. The chance is dice.
Knock third, knock forth. The chance is gone.
Your mind couldn't handle it.

How can it be? How can it be?
These lies? These lies! They lay my death.
Take this time. Really take this time.
My words. Hear my words? Mark them well.

Her spirit will see through all your years.
The illusions that you make will break.
Guilt was never a factor in this story.
How mad you must be up in your tower.
The bow shot is not in your power.
Does that not make you want to cower?

The knife. The knife.
Oh how, oh how it cuts the string.
Where's the crow? Where's the crow? In the woods?
Betrayal, betrayal.
Can you see? Can't you see? The pain she feels.

Such a coward's liar.
Where is the fire?
Prowl for the sire.
Is it out in the mire?
What can be so dire?

~Jokavitch~