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she stitched me

she stitched me in the middle her mandolin had me at suppose it was an fiddle violen strung rose oh how she whittled me strung out in the snow her flute how it pipers me warm enough to breathe caught another breath harp strung for me her lyrics sewn through my chest she stitched me ?

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