and the roof was made of bones
we will carry the berries
in our mouth
you must learn, you must
(no)
ask me where i run,
i run another way
to the fields in the cold
the berries are too cold
blood red berries
on the ground
blood on the ground
we shall help ourselves to a roof of bones
hung with shining wires
help ourselves to misery and death
(a paraphrasing from watership down by richard adams)
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