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And under the boughs
All holding a shroud
She had no heart, so
All under the boughs

Each feather, it fell skin
threadbare and she grew thin
How were my eyes so
feather, it fell from skin

And I hang my head
Hang my low
And I will hang my
Hang my low

A sky with bitter skin
A rain cloud would on me
All out horizon, ohh
A sky of bitter skin

And I hang my head
my head low
And I will hang my
my head low

And I will hang my
Hang my low
And I will hang my
my head low

And I will hang my
Hang my low
And I will hang my
Hang my low

And I will my head
Hang my low
And I hang my head
my head low

And under the boughs
All a snowy shroud
She had no heart, so
All under the boughs