a gust of cold wind
leaves burnished by the new fall
time to bake cookies
a gust of cold wind
leaves burnished by the new fall
time to bake cookies
Suppress women
Suppress people of color
Suppress the vote
Lie about it
Lie on TV
Lie to yourself
Lose
lie about that too
people sleep
in beds
in graves
laid down by death's sweet glave
and when the songbird spreads its wings
some will wake when morning sings
but others still will slumber on
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